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PREPARED     BY 


RICHARD   FULLER,   E.  M.  LEVY,   S.  D.  PHELPS,    H.  C.  FISH, 

THOMAS  ARMITAGE,  E.  T.  WINKLER,  W.  W.  EVERTS, 

GEO.  C.  LORIMER,  AND   BASIL   MANLY,  Jr. 


"  Whoso  offer eth  praise  glorijicth  ineT — Ps.  50  :  23. 


A.    S.    BARNES    &    COMPANY, 

NEW    YORK    AND    CHICAGO. 
1872. 


THE  BAPTIST  PRAISE  BOOR  EDITIONS. 


1.  HYMNS  AND  TUNES.  The  complete  work  ;  with 
1311  Hymns  and  477  Tunes,  besides  Chants  and  Anthems, 
containing  Order  of  Service,  Full  Indexes,  &c.  640  pages, 
8vo.     Retail  price,  $2.50. 

2.  HYMNS  ONLY.  Containing  the  words  of  Hymns, 
Chants,  and  Anthems  in  their  exact  order  as  in  the  complete 
work,  and  in  the  same  type  ;  also  Indexes,  &c.  452  pp.  Small 
quarto.     Retail,  $1.75. 

3.  CHAPEL  EDITION.  Comprising  550  Hymns  with 
Tunes,  the  choicest  from  the  complete  work :  designed  for 
Family  use.  Conference  Meetings,  and  Churches  desiring  a 
cheap  collection.  Same  type  and  paper  as  the  other  editions. 
—  pp.    Small  quarto.    Retail,  fi.-'S. 


COMPANIOJf  VOLUMES. 

THE  QUAETET  AND   CHORUS   CHOIR;    a  choice 

collection  of  new  adaptations  of  standard  hymns,  for  the 
Choir.  By  J.  P.  Holbrook,  Musical  Editor  of  the  Praise 
Book.    224  pp.,  quarto.     Retail,  $3.00. 

UNION  PRAYER  BOOK  :  a  Manual  of  Public  Wor- 
ship  ;  also  a  Service  for  Sunday  Schools  and  Forms  for  Fam- 
ily Devotion.    592  pp.,  8vo.     Retail,  $2.50. 

A.  S.  BARNES  &  COMPANY, 

Publishers  of  Manuals  for  Church  "Worship,  etc., 

Ill  &  113  WILLIAM  STREET,  NEW  YORK. 


Entered  according  to  Act  of  Congress,  in  the  year  1872,  by 

A.  S.  BARNES  &   COMPANY, 
in  the  OSacc  of  the  Librarian  of  Congress,  at  Washington. 


CONTENTS. 


Introduction Page  v. 

A  Confession  of  Faith vii. 

A  Covenant viii. 

The  Law  of  God — Summary ix. 

Scripture  Sentences x. 

Lord's  Prayer xii. 

Benediction xii. 

AVoRSHiP Hymns  i — ToS 

God  : 

The  Trinit}' 109 — 116 

Praise  to  God 117 — 268 

Christ's  Nativity 269 — 300 

"        Childhood |oi — 303 

"         Life  and  Ministry 304 — 323 

"         Sufferings  and  Death. .   324 — 363 
"         Resurrection  and  Glory  364 — 391 

"         Second  Advent'. 392 — 408 

"         Praise  to  Christ 409 — 492 

Holy  Spirit 493—549 

Warning  and  Invitation 550 — 643 

Penitence  and  Consecration 644 — 728 

The  Church: 

Baptism 729 — 764 

Fellowship 765 — 782 

The  Lord's  Supper 783 — 814 

Welfare 815—848 


The  Christian  Life: 

Love  and  Gratitude. . .  Hymns  849 —  899 

Graces  and  Duties 900 —  934 

Conflict  and  Triumph 935 —  982 

Afflictions    and    Encourage- 
ments    983 — 1036 

Heaven  Anticipated ^037 — logg 

Death  and  Immortality iioo — 1148 

Occasional  : 

The  Scriptures 1149 — 1162 

The  Ministry 1163 — 1179 

Dedications 1180 — 1190 

Home  Missions 1191 — 1196 

Home  and  Foreign  Missions.  1197 — 1246 

Benevolence 1247 — 1253 

Our  Country 1254 — 1270 

Seamen 1271 — 1274 

Sunday  Schools 1275 — 12S3 

Temperance 12S4 — 1288 

The  Year 1289 — 1311 

DoxoLOGiES Pa^cs  410,    411 

Chants  and  Anthems 412 — 430 

Index  of  Subjects 431 — 433 

Index  of  Texts 434 — 436 

Index  of  First  Lines 437 — 451 


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INTRODUCTION.* 


PECULIARITIES    OF    THIS    WORK. 

The  "  Baptist  Praise  Book  "  differs  from  similar  publications  in  most  of  the  following 
particulars  : 

1.  As  its  name  intimates,  it  is  peculiarly  z.  praise  book  ;  hymns  of  praise  to  the  adorable 
Deity,  especially  as  the  glorious  Redeemer,  being  abundant. 

2.  A  primary  object  in  the  publication  has  been  to  extend  and  improve  Congregational 
Singing.  Hence  Tunes,  as  well  as  hymns,  are  given  ;  it  being  now  an  accepted  conclusion 
that  music  must  accompany  the  words  in  order  to  secure  the  best  results  in  the  service  of 
song.  At  the  same  time,  an  edition  with  hymns  only  (with  uniform  numbers)  has  been 
prepared. 

3.  It  is  a  Baptist  publication.  When  its  preparation  was  commenced,  no  Itymn  and 
tune  book  for  sanctuary  use  was  available,  or  in  prospect,  except  issued  by  some  other 
branch  of  the  Christian  family  and  sought  to  be  adapted  to  Baptist  Churches  ;  a  circum- 
stance for  the  existence  of  which  at  least  no  good  reason  could  be  assigned. 

4.  This  work  is  the  offspring  of  love.  It  v/as  voluntarily  undertaken  v.'ith  the  sole 
purpose  of  furnishing  the  best  possible  hymn  and  tune  book  for  the  use  of  the  Baptist 
churches  ;  and  with  some  of  the  editors  it  is  the  product  of  a  life's  enthusiasm  and  pains- 
taking in  this  special  direction. 

5.  The  "  Baptist  Praise  Book  "  is  believed  to  be  richer  in  the  precious  gems  of  hymn- 
ology  than  any  other  volume  extant.  Many  of  the  old  favorites,  and  of  the  most  exquisite 
modern  hymns,  can  be  found  in  no  collection  except  this.  As  is  fitting,  the  hymns  are  set 
in  a  clear,  bold  type. 

6.  The  tunes  are  very  largely  those  which  have  been  tested  by  use,  and  pronounced  of 
current  value  by  the  universal  award  of  Christian  hearts.  In  some  instances  these  are 
inserted  more  than  once.     The  best  of  new  tunes  will  also  here  be  found. 

*  Taken  frorj  Hymn  and  Tunz  Edition. 


VI 


INTRODUCTION. 


7.  The  attempt  has  here  been  made,  so  far  as  singing  goes,  to  give  to  the  Sabbath 
service  somewhat  of  the  freedom  and  unction  of  the  social  or  vestry  meetings.  It  is 
believed  that  the  soul  of  the  denomination  is  yearning  for  more  warmth  and  spirituality  in 
the  songs  of  Zion.  Hence  revival  and  other  melodies,  if  they  but  palpitate  with  real 
spiritual  utterance,  are  introduced  ;  even  in  some  instances  where  perhaps  a  cold  criticism 
might  have  passed  the  edict  of  exclusion.  Vitality  has  everywhere  been  preferred  to  stiff 
precision. 

8.  Children's  hymns  are  interspersed,  especially  adapting  the  book  to  Sunday  School 
anniversaries,  sermons  to  the  young,  and  like  occasions.  These  are  of  rare  value.  Some 
are  entirely  new. 

g.  The  subjects  and  range  of  the  hymns  are  broad  and  comprehensive,  making  the 
collection  unusually  full.     They  arc  thoroughly  classified,  and  encli  verse  is  indexed. 

10.  Especial  care  has  been  given  to  the  adaptation  of  hymns  and  tunes.  In  this  partic- 
ular no  musical  author  excels  Mr.  J.  P.  Holbrook,  whose  fine  taste  and  varied  acquisitions 
have  been  admirably  displayed  in  the  pages  of  this  book. 

11.  For  such  as  may  desire  their  use,  a  collection  of  Chants  and  Anthems,  with  select 
Scripture  Sentences,  a  very  brief  Confession  of  Faith  and  Church  Covenant,  the  Lord's 
Prayer  and  the  Commandments  arc  given.  The  Chants  and  Anthems  are  among  the 
grandest  that  have  been  composed. 

12.  Finally ;  no  pains  have  been  spared,  cither  in  the  carefulness  and  research  of  its 
editors,  the  expensiveness  of  copyright  tunes,  or  the  skill  of  mechanical  execation,  to  make 
the  "  Baptist  Praise  Book  "  an  inspiration  and  a  joy  with  the  great  brotherhood  of  the 
Churches.  And  may  He  whose  face  shines  on  its  every  page,  accept  this  labor  of  love,  and 
cause  it  to  animate  the  joys  of  His  children  until  they  unite  in  the  chorus  of  praise  with  the 
redeemed  in  glory. 


A  CONFESSION  OF  FAITH. 


We  believe — 

In  one  God,  Maker  and  Ruler  of  heaven  and  earth,  revealed  as  the  Father,  the  Son, 
and  the  Holy  Spirit,  equal  in  every  divine  perfection  ;" 

In  the  Holy  Scriptures  as  his  inspired  Word,  and  the  only  rule  of  faith  and  practice : '' 

In  the  fall  of  man  and  his  condemnation  as  a  sinner,  and  God's  sovereign  grace  and 
love  in  redemption  and  the  choice  of  his  people :' 

In  the  way  of  salvation  by  Jesus  Christ,  the  Son  of  God  incarnate,  who  obeyed  the  law, 
suffered  and  died  for  the  sins  of  men,  and  is  risen  and  exalted  a  Priest  and  King  .^ 

In  the  free  offer  of  eternal  life  to  all  in  the  Gospel,  and  the  aggravated  guilt  of  those 
who  reject  it :® 

In  the  necessity  of  regeneration  by  the  Holy  Spirit,  and  of  repentance  tov/ard  God  and 
faith  in  Christ : '' 

In  the  justification  and  adoption  of  the  believer,  through  the  blood  and  righteousness 
of  Jesus : f 

In  the  Divine  institution  of  the  Christian  ministry,  and  the  visible  church  of  professed 
believers  with  its  initiatory  and  memorial  rites.  Baptism*  and  the  Lord's  Supper :  f" 

In  the  sacred  observance  of  the  Lord's  Day,  for  rest,  worship,  and  religious  in- 
struction :' 

In  the  final  perseverance  of  all  saints,  through  sanctification  of  the  Spirit  and  obedience 
to  the  truth  :  J 

In  the  present  life  as  man's  only  day  of  grace,  and  the  soul's  entrance  at  death  into 
conscious  blessedness  or  woe  :  ^ 

In  the  resurrection  of  all  the  dead  at  the  glorious  coming  of  the  Son  of  Man,  and  his 
just  adjudgment  of  the  wicked  to  everlasting  punishment  and  the  righteous  to  life  eternal.' 

ft  Eph.  4  :  6,  Is.  37  :  16,  Matt.  28  :  19,  John  10: 30,  Acts  s  :  34.  ^z  Tim.  3  :  16,  Prov.  30 :  s,  6,  Phil.  3  :  16,  i  Pet. 
4  :  II,  Is.  8  :  20.  c  Rom.  5  :  12,  18,  Gal.  3  :  10 ;  4  :  4,  5,  Eph.  i  :  4,  i  Thess.  1:4.  d  Acts  4  :  12,  Phil.  2 :  8,  9,  i  Pet 
3  :  18,  Heb.  4  :  14  ;  i  :  8,  Ps.  2  :  6.  e  John  3  :  16 ;  10  :  10,  Rev.  22  :  17,  Matt  11  :  24,  Heb.  10  :  29.  f  John  3  :  3— 
8,  16,  .Mark  16  :  16,  Luke  13  :  3  ;  18  :  13,  Acts  20  :  21.  g  Rom.  s  :  i,  9,  Acts  13  :  38,  39,  Gal.  4  :  4—7,  i  Cor.  i  .-30, 
I  Thess  4  :  3,  I  Thess.  5  :  231  2  Cor.  7:1.  h  Mark  3  :  14,  Eph.  4:11,1  Tim.  4  :  14,  Matt.  28  :  19,  20.  i  Cor.  i :  2, 
Phil.  I  :  I,  Acts  2  :  41,  42,  Rom.  6  :  4,  Luke  22  :  19,  20,  i  Cor.  11  :  26.  '  Acts  20  :  7,  Rev.  i  :  10,  Ex.  20  :  8,  Heb. 
10  :  23,  Acts  II  :  26.  j  John  10  :  27,  28,  i  John  2  :  19,  Phil,  i  :  6,  i  Pet  i  :  2—5,  Rom.  8.  k  Luke  16  :  22—26  ; 
23  :  43i  Rev.  22  :  n,  Mark  12  :  26,  27.     1  John  5  :  28,  29,  Acts  24  :  15,  Matt  25  :  31—46.  2  Cor.  5  :  10. 

*  Immersion  only  to  show  forth  in  a  solemn  and  beautiful  emblem,  our  faith  in  the  crucified,  buried  and 
risen  Saviour,  and  our  death  to  sin  and  resurrection  to  a  new  life.  Note.  By  "  the  visible  church  "  is  meant 
a  local  congregation,  in  distinction  from  the  whole  body  of  believers  or  kingdom  of  Christ,  and  from  a  terri- 
torial, national,  or  hierarchical  church.  The  New  Testament  churches  were  evidently  organizations  of 
baptized  believers,  local,  and  independent,  under  Christ ;  their  officers  being  pastors  and  deacons,  bishop  and 
elder  being  the  same  as  pastor. 


A   COVENANT. 


As  we  trust  we  have  received,  through  Divine  Grace,  the  Lord  Jesus  Christ,  and  given 
ourselves  wholly  to  him,  and  on  profession  of  our  faith  have  been  buried  with  him  in  bap- 
tism and  thus  united  to  his  church,  we  do  now  solemnly  and  jo3^fully  covenant  with  each 
other,  and,  by  the  aid  of  the  Holy  Spirit,  engage — 

That  we  will  walk  together  with  brotherly  love,  exercising  a  Christian  care  and  watch- 
fulness over  each  other,  participating  in  each  other's  joys,  and,  with  tender  sympathy, 
bearing  one  another's  burdens  and  sorrows  : 

That  we  will  not  forsake  the  assembling  of  ourselves  together  at  the  Communion  and 
other  appointed  meetings,  but  seek  and  pray  for  the  spirituality,  harmonj-,  and  prosperity 
of  this  church  ;  sustain  its  worship,  ordinances,  discipline  and  doctrines  ;  and  give  its 
claims  a  sacred  pre-eminence  over  all  organizations  of  human  origin : 

That  we  will  cheerfully  contribute  of  our  means,  as  God  has  prospered  us,  for  the 
support  of  a  faithful  and  evangelical  ministry  among  us  ;  for  the  relief  of  the  poor  ;  and  for 
spreading  the  gospel  over  the  earth  : 

That  we  will  maintain  private  and  family  devotions  ;  religiously  educate  the  children 
committed  to  our  care  ;  and  endeavor,  in  purity  of  heart  and  newness  of  life,  and  good-will 
toward  all  men,  to  exemplify  and  commend  our  holy  faith,  win  souls  to  the  Saviour,  and 
hold  fast  our  profession  till  he  shall  come  and  receive  us  unto  himself. 

[J^L'fying-  on  the  grace  of  God,  do  yon  thus  covenant  and  promise  ?\ 

And  now  the  God  of  peace,  who  brought  again  from  the  dead  our  Lord  Jesus,  that 
Great  Shepherd  of  the  sheep,  through  the  blood  of  the  everlasting  covenant  make  us  perfect 
in  every  good  work  to  do  his  will,  working  in  us  that  which  is  well-pleasing  in  his  sight, 
through  Jesus  Christ ;  to  vrhom  be  glory  for  ei-er  and  ever.     Amen. 


THE    LAW   O  F   GOD, 

AS  WRITTEN  IN  THE  TWENTIETH  CHAPTER  OF  THE   BOOK  OF  EXODUS. 

God  spake  all  these  words,  saying,  I  am  the  Lord  thy  God,  which  have  brought  thee 
out  of  the  land  of  Egypt,  out  of  the  house  of  bondage. 

I. — Thou  shalt  have  no  other  gods  before  me. 

II. — Thou  shalt  not  make  unto  thee  any  graven  image,  or  any  likeness  of  any  thing 
that  is  in  heaven  above,  or  that  is  in  the  earth  beneath,  or  that  is  in  the  water  under  the 
earth :  thou  shalt  not  bow  down  thyself  to  them,  nor  serve  them  :  for  I  the  Lord  thy  God 
am  a  jealous  God,  visiting  the  iniquity  of  the  fathers  upon  the  children  unto  the  third  and 
fourth  generation  of  them  that  hate  me  ;  and  showing  mercy  unto  thousands  of  them  that 
love  me,  and  keep  my  commandments. 

III. — Thou  shalt  not  take  the  Name  of  the  Lord  thy  God  in  vain  ;  for  the  Lord  will  not 
hold  him  guiltless  that  taketh  his  Name  in  vain. 

IV. — Remember  the  Sabbath-day  to  keep  it  holy.  Six  days  shalt  thou  labor,  and  do  all 
thy  work :  but  the  seventh  day  is  the  Sabbath  of  the  Lord  thy  God  ;  in  it  thou  shalt  not  do 
any  work,  thou,  nor  thy  son,  nor  thy  daughter,  thy  man-servant,  nor  thy  maid-servant,  nor 
thy  cattle,  nor  thy  stranger  that  is  within  thy  gates  ;  for  in  six  days  the  Lord  made  heaven 
and  earth,  the  sea,  and  all  that  in  them  is,  and  rested  the  seventh  day  ;  wherefore  the  Lord 
blessed  the  Sabbath-day,  and  hallowed  it. 

V. — Honor  thy  father  and  thy  mother  :  that  thy  days  may  be  long  upon  the  land  which 
the  Lord  thy  Go9i  giveth  thee. 

VI.— Thou  shalt  not  kill. 

VII. — Thou  shalt  not  commit  adultery. 

VIII.— Thou  shalt  not  steal. 

IX. — Thou  shalt  not  bear  false  witness  against  thy  neighbor. 

X. — Thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  house,  thou  shalt  not  covet  thy  neighbor's  wife, 
nor  his  man-servant,  nor  his  maid-servant,  nor  his  ox,  nor  his  ass,  nor  any  thing  that  is  thy 
neighbor's. 

TFJE  SU^51\^ARY  OF  l}j£   LJ^V/   BY  OUR  LORD   JESUS   CpiST. 

St.  Matthew  22  :  37-40. 
Thou  shalt  love  the  Lord  thy  God  with  all  thy  heart,  and  with  all  thy  soul,  and  with  all 
thy  mind.    This  is  the  first  and  great  commandment.     And  the  second  is  like  unto  it,  Thou 
shalt  love  thy  neighbor  as  thyself.     On  these  two  commandments  hang  all  the  law  and  the 
prophets. 


OPENING    SENTENCES. 


The  Lord  is  in  his  holy  temple  :  let  all  the  earth  keep  silence  before  him. 

Let  the  words  of  m};^  mouth  and  the  meditation  of  my  heart  be  acceptable  in  thy  sight, 
O  Lord,  my  strength  and  my  Redeemer. 

Again  I  say  unto  you,  that  if  two  of  you  shall  agree  on  earth  as  touching  any  thing 
they  shall  ask,  it  shall  be  done  for  them  of  m}^  Father  which  is  in  heaven. 

For,  where  two  or  three  are  gathered  together  in  my  name,  there  am  I  in  the  midst  of 
them. 

Seek  ye  the  Lord  while  he  may  be  found  ;  call  ye  upon  him  while  he  is  near. 

Let  the  wicked  forsake  his  way,  and  the  unrighteous  man  his  thoughts  :  and  let  him 
return  unto  the  Lord,  and  he  will  have  mercy  upon  him  ;  and  to  our  llod,  for  he  will 
abundantly  pardon. 

Thus  saith  the  High  and  Lofty  One  that  inhabitcth  eternity : 

Whose  Name  is  hoi}' ; 

I  dwell  in  the  high  and  holy  place  ; 

With  him  also  that  is  of  a  contrite  and  humble  spirit, 

To  revive  the  spirit  of  the  humble. 

And  to  revive  the  heart  of  the  contrite  ones. 

The  sacrifices  of  God  are  a  broken  spirit : 

A  broken  and  a  contrite  heart,  O  God,  thou  wilt  not  despise. 

Rend  your  hearts,  and  not  your  garments,  and  turn  unto  the  Lord  3'our  God  ;  for  he  is 
gracious  and  merciful,  slow  to  anger,  and  of  great  kindness,  and  repcnteth  him  of  the  evil. 


OPENING    SENTENCES.  xi 

Wherewith  shall  I  come  before  the  Lord,  and  bow  myself  before  the  high  God  ?  shall  I 
come  before  him  with  burnt  offerings,  with  calves  of  a  year  old  ?  Will  the  Lord  be  pleased 
with  thousands  of  rams,  or  with  ten  thousands  of  rivers  of  oil  ?  shall  I  give  my  first-born 
for  my  transgression,  the  fruit  of  my  body  for  the  sin  of  my  soul  ?  He  hath  showed  thee,  O 
man  !  what  is  good ;  and  what  doth  the  Lord  require  of  thee  but  to  do  justly,  and  love 
mercy,  and  walk  humbly  with  thy  God, 

Ask,  and  it  shall  be  given  you  ;  seek,  and  ye  shall  find  ;  knock,  and  it  shall  be  opened 
unto  you. 

Give  unto  the  Lord  the  glory  due  unto  his  Name  :  Bring  an  offering  and  come  before 
him  :  Worship  the  Lord  in  the  beauty  of  holiness. 

Offer  unto  God  thanksgiving,  and  pay  thy  vows  unto  the  Most  High. 

Let  us  therefore  come  boldly  unto  the  throne  of  grace,  that  we  may  obtain  mercy,  and 
find  grace  to  help  in  time  of  need. 

If  we  say  that  we  have  no  sin,  we  deceive  ourselves,  and  the  truth  is  not  in  us  ;  but,  if 
we  confess  our  sins,  God  is  faithful  and  just  to  forgive  us  our  sins,  and  to  cleanse  us  from 
all  unrighteousness. 

I  will  arise,  and  go  to  my  father ;  and  will  say  unto  him.  Father,  I  have  sinned  against 
heaven  and  before  thee,  and  am  no  more  worthy  to  be  called  thy  son. 

Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  thirst  after  righteousness ;  for  they  shall  be  filled. 

Even  the  youth  shall  faint  and  be  weary,  and  the  young  men  shall  utterly  fall :  but 
they  that  wait  on  the  Lord  shall  renew  their  strength  ;  they  shall  mount  up  with  wings  as 
eagles  ;  they  shall  run,  and  not  be  wearj' ;  they  shall  walk,  and  not  faint. 

Serve  the  Lord  with  gladness  :  come  before  his  presence  with  singing.  Know  ye  that 
the  Lord  he  is  God  :  it  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not  we  ourselves  ;  we  are  his  people, 
and  the  sheep  of  his  pasture.  Enter  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  his  courts 
with  praise  ;  be  thankful  unto  him,  and  bless  his  name.  For  the  Lord  is  good  :  his  mercy 
is  everlasting,  and  his  truth  endureth  to  all  generations. 

Who  shall  ascend  into  the  hill  of  the  Lord  ?  or  who  shall  stand  in  his  holy  place?  He 
that  hath  clean  hands,  and  a  pure  heart ;  who  hath  not  lifted  up  his  soul  unto  vanity,  nor 
sworn  deceitfully.  He  shall  receive  the, blessing  from  the  Lord,  and  righteousness  from 
the  God  of  his  salvation. 

Oh  come,  let  us  worship  and  bow  down,  and  kneel  before  the  Lord  our  Maker.  For 
he  is  our  God  ;  and  we  are  the  people  of  his  pasture,  and  the  sheep  of  his  hand. 

O  Lord,  open  thou  my  lips,  and  my  mouth  shall  show  forth  thy  praise. 


Xii  LORD'S    PRAYER. 


LORD'S    PRAYER. 


Our  Father  which  art  in  heaven  : 

Hallowed  be  thy  name. 

Thy  kingdom  come. 

Thy  will  be  done  on  earth,  as  it  is  in  heaven. 

Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread. 

And  forgive  us  our  debts,  as  we  forgive  our  debtors. 

And  lead  us  not  into  temptation,  but  deliver  us  from  evil. 

(For  thine  is  the  kingdom,  and  the  power,  and  the  glory,  forever.)    Amen. 


BENEDICTION. 

The  Lord  bless  thee,  and  keep  thee  ;  the  Lord  make  his  face  to  shine  upon  thee,  and 
be  gracious  unto  thee  ;  the  Lord  lift  up  his  countenance  upon  thee,  and  give  thee  peace. 
Amen. — Numbers  vi.  24 — 26. 


HYMNS. 


WORSHIP. 


o 


■■■  7s  &  6s. 

DAY  of  rest  and  gladness, 
O  day  of  joy  and  light, 
O  balm  of  care  and  sadness. 

Most  beautiful,  most  bright ; 
On  thee,  the  high  and  lowly, 
Bending  before  the  throne, 
Sing,  Holy,  Holy,  Holy, 
To  the  Great  Three  in  One, 

On  thee,  at  the  creation, 

The  light  first  had  its  birth : 
On  thee,  for  our  salvation 

Christ  rose  from  depths  of  earth ; 
On  thee,  our  Lord,  victorious. 

The  Spirit  sent  from  Heaven, 
And  thus  on  thee,  most  glorious, 

A  triple  light  was  given. 

To-day  on  weary  nations 

The  heavenly  manna  falls; 
To  holy  convocations 

The  silver  trumpet  calls. 
Where  gospel  light  is  glowing 

With  pure  and  radiant  beams. 
And  living  water  flowing 

With  soul-refreshing  streams. 


4  New  graces  ever  gaining 

From  this  our  day  of  rest, 
We  reach  the  rest  remaining 

To  spirits  of  the  blest  : 
To  Holy  Ghost  be  praises, 

To  Father  and  to  Son  ; 
The  Church  her  voice  upraises 

To  thee,  blest  Three  in  One. 

Wordsworth. 

^  7s.  6  lines. 

1  ^  AFELY  through  another  week 
Vv3     God  has  brought  us  on  our  way ; 

Let  us  now  a  blessing  seek. 

Waiting  in  his  courts  to-day; 
Day  of  all  the  week  the  best. 
Emblem  of  eternal  rest. 

2  While  we  pray  for  pardoning  grace 

Through  the  dear  Redeemer's  name, 
Show  thy  reconciled  face. 

Take  away  our  sin  and  shame  ; 
From  our  worldly  cares  set  free, 
May  we  rest  this  day  in  thee. 

3  Here  we  come  thy  name  to  praise  ; 

Let  us  feel  thy  presence  near ; 


WORSHIP. 


May  thy  glory  meet  our  eyes 
While  we  in  thy  house  appear : 

Here  afford  us,  Lord,  a  taste 

Of  our  everlasting  feast. 

May  thy  Gospel's  joyful  sound 
Conquer  sinners,  comfort  saints  ; 

Make  the  fruits  of  grace  abound ; 
Bring  relief  for  all  complaints  : 

Thus  let  all  our  Sabbaths  prove 

Till  we  rest  in  thee  above.         newt 


who 


7s, 
this 


6  lines. 
day    didst 


1  QAVIOUR! 
v3  break 

The  dark  prison  of  the  tomb  ; 
Bid  my  slumbering  soul  awake, 

Shine  through  all  its  sin  and  gloom  : 
Let  me,  from  my  bonds  set  free. 
Rise  from  sin,  and  live  to  thee. 

2  Bless.l'd  Spirit !   Comforter  ! 

Sent  this  day  from  Christ  on  high  ; 
Lord,  on  me  thy  gifts  confer, 

Cleanse,  illumine,  sanctify. 
All  thine  influence  shed  abroad. 
Lead  me  to  the  truth  of  God. 

3  Sad  and  weary  were  our  way, 

Fainting  oft  beneath  our  load, 
But  for  thee,  thou  blessed  day. 

Resting-place  on  life's  rough  road. 
Here  flow  forth  the  streams  of  grace. 
Strengthened  hence  we  run  our  race. 

4  Soon,  too  soon,  the  sweet  repose 

Of  this  day  of  God  will  cease  ; 
Soon    this    glimpse    of    Heaven    will 
close. 

Vanish  soon  the  hours  of  peace  ; 
Soon  return  the  toil,  the  strife. 
All  the  weariness  of  life. 

Julia  A.  Elliot. 


4  7s. 

TO  thy  temple  I  repair  ; 
Lord,  I  love  to  worship  there ; 
When  within  the  veil  I  meet 
Christ  before  the  mercy-scat. 

While  thy  glorious  praise  is  sung, 
Touch  my  lips,  unloose  my  tongue. 
That  my  joyful  soul  may  bless 
Thee,  the  Lord  my  Righteousness  ! 

While  the  prayers  of  saints  ascend, 
God  of  love  !  to  mine  attend  ! 
Hear  me,  for  thy  Spirit  pleads  ; 
Hear,  for  Jesus  intercedes  ! 

While  I  hearken  to  thy  law. 
Fill  my  soul  with  humble  awe  ; 
Till  thy  Gospel  bring  to  me 
Life  and  immortality. 

From  thy  house  when  I  return, 
May  my  heart  within  me  burn  ; 
And  at  evening  let  me  say, 
I  have  w'alked  with  God  to-day ! 

MONTGOMERV. 


LORD,  we  come  before  thee  now, 
^  At  thy  feet  we  humbly  bow ; 
Oh,  do  not  our  suit  disdain  ! 
Shall  we  seek  thee.  Lord,  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  on  thee  our  souls  depend, 
In  compassion  now  descend; 
Fill  our  hearts  with  thy  rich  grace, 
Tune  our  lips  to  sing  thy  praise. 

In  thine  own  appointed  way, 
Now  we  seek  thee  ;  here  we  stay  \ 
Lord,  we  know  not  how  to  go, 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow. 


WORSHIP. 


4  Send  some  message  from  thy  word, 
That  may  joy  and  peace  afford ; 
Let  thy  Spirit  now  impart 

Full  salvation  to  each  heart. 

5  Comfort  those  who  weep  and  mourn, 
Let  the  time  of  joy  return. 

Those  who  are  cast  down  lift  up, 
Make  them  strong  in  faith  and  hope. 

6  Grant  that  all  may  seek  and  find 
Thee  a  God  supremely  kind  ; 
Heal  the  sick,  the  captive  free, 
Let  us  all  rejoice  in  thee. 

Hammond. 

6  7s. 

1  /''^OME,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare  ; 
V^^  Jesus  loves  to  answer  prayer  ; 
He  himself  has  bid  thee  pray  ; 
Therefore  will  not  say  thee  nay. 

2  Thou  art  coming  to  a  King, 
Large  petitions  with  thee  bring ; 
For  his  grace  and  power  are  such, 
None  can  ever  ask  too  much. 

3  With  my  burden  I  begin  ; 
Lord,  remove  this  load  of  sin  ; 
Let  thy  blood,  for  sinners  spilt. 
Set  my  conscience  free  from  guilt. 

4  Lord,  I  come  to  thee  for  rest ; 
Take  possession  of  my  breast ; 
There  thy  blood-bought  right  maintain, 
And  without  a  rival  reign. 

Newton. 

7  7s.   Double. 

I    T)  LEAS  ANT  are  thy  courts  above, 
X.      In  the  land  of  light  and  love  ; 
Pleasant  are  thy  courts  below. 
In  this  land  of  sin  and  woe. 


Oh,  my  spirit  longs  and  faints 
For  the  converse  of  thy  saints, 
For  the  brightness  of  thy  face, 
For  thy  fullness,  God  of  grace  ! 

2  Happy  birds  that  sing  and  fly 
Round  thy  altars,  O  Most  High! 
Happier  souls  that  find  a  rest 

In  their  Heavenly  Father's  breast ! 
Like  the  wandering  dove  that  found 
No  repose  on  earth  around, 
They  can  to  their  ark  repair, 
And  enjoy  it  ever  there. 

3  Happy  souls  !  their  praises  flow, 
Even  in  this  vale  of  woe 
Waters  in  the  desert  rise, 
Manna  feeds  them  from  the  skies ; 
On  they  go  from  strength  to  strength. 
Till  they  reach  thy  throne  at  length; 
At  thy  feet  adoring  fall. 

Who  hast  led  them  safe  through  all. 

4  Lord,  be  mine  this  prize  to  win. 
Guide  me  through  this  world  of  sin  ; 
Keep  me  by  thy  saving  grace, 
Give  me  at  thy  side  a  place  ; 

Sun  and  Shield  alike  thou  art, 
Guide  and  guard  my  erring  heart; 
Grace  and  glory  flow  from  thee. 
Shed,  oh,  shed  them,  Lord,  on  me. 


8 


LvTE. 


7s.  Double. 


I    T  IGHT  of  life,  seraphic  fire, 

J J     Love  divine,  thyself  impart; 

Every  fainting  soul  inspire  ; 

Pinter  every  drooping  heart; 
Every  mournful  sinner  cheer, 

Scatter  all  our  guilty  gloom ; 
Father  !  in  our  hearts  appear, 

To  thy  human  temples  come. 


IVOR  SHIP. 


2  Come,  in  this  accepted  hour, 

Bring  thy  heavenly  kingdom  in  ; 
Fill  us  with  thy  glorious  power, 

Set  us  free  from  all  our  sin : 
Nothing  more  can  we  require, 

We  will  covet  nothing  less ; 
Be  thou  all  our  heart's  desire, 

All  our  joy,  and  all  our  peace. 


C.  Wesley. 


H.  M. 


1  A  WAKE,  ye  saints,  awake, 
/~X     And  hail  this  sacred  day; 
In  loftiest  songs  of  praise 

Your  joyful  homage  pay  : 
Welcome  the  day  that  God  hath  blest. 
The  type  of  heaven's  eternal  rest. 

2  On  this  auspicious  morn 

The  Lord  of  life  arose  ; 
He  burst  the  bars  of  death, 

And  vanquished  all  our  foes ; 
And  now  he  pleads  our  cause  above, 
And  reaps  the  fruits  of  all  his  love. 

3  All  hail,  triumphant  Lord! 

Heaven  with  hosannas  rings. 
And  earth,  in  humbler  strains. 

Thy  praise  responsive  sings  : 
Worthy  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
Thro'  endless  years  to  live  and  reign. 

COTTERILL. 


lO 


H.  M. 


T  T /"HEN  little  Samuel  woke, 

V  V       And  heard  his  Maker's  voice. 
At  every  word  he  spoke, 

How  much  did  he  rejoice  ! 
O  blessed,  happy  child,  to  find 
The  God  of  heaven  so  near  and  kind  ! 


If  God  would  speak  to  me. 
And  say  he  was  my  friend, 

How  happy  I  should  be. 
Oh,  how  would  I  attend  ! 

The  smallest  sin  I  then  should  fear, 

If  God  Almighty  were  so  near. 

And  does  he  never  speak  ? 

Oh,  yes  ;  for,  in  his  word. 
He  bids  me  come  and  seek 

The  God  that  Samuel  heard : 
In  almost  every  page  I  see 
The  God  of  Samuel  calls  to  me. 

Like  Samuel,  let  me  say. 
Whene'er  I  read  his  word, 

"  Speak,  Lord  ;  I  would  obey 
The  voice  that  I  have  heard. 

And  when  I  in  thy  house  appear, 

Speak,  for  thy  servant  waits  to  hear." 

^  ^  H.  M. 

NOW  to  thy  sacred  house 
I  come  with  willing  feet; 
Where  saints,  with  morning  vows, 

In  full  assembly  meet : 
Thy  power  divine  shall  here  be  shown, 
And  from  thy  throne  thy  mercy  shine. 

Oh  send  thy  light  abroad! 

Thy  truth  with  heavenly  ray 
Shall  lead  my  soul  to  God, 

And  guide  my  doubtful  way  : 
ril  hear  thy  w'ord  with  faith  sincere, 
And  learn  to  fear  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Here  reach  thy  bounteous  hand, 

And  all  my  sorrows  heal ; 
Here  health  and  strength  divine, 

Oh  make  my  bosom  feel ! 
Like  balmy  dew,  shall  Jesus'  voice 
My  bones  rejoice,  my  strength  renew. 


WORSHIP. 


4  Thus  in  thy  holy  hill, 

Before  thine  altar,  Lord, 
My  harp  and  song  shall  sound 

The  glories  of  thy  word  : 
Henceforth  to  thee,  O  God  of  grace, 
A  hymn  of  praise  my  life  shall  be. 


DwiGHT. 


12 


H.  M. 

1  TT  WELCOME,  delightful  morn, 

V  V       Thou  day  of  sacred  rest ; 
I  hail  thy  kind  return  ; 

Lord,  make  these  moments  blest ! 
From  the  low  train  of  mortal  toys 
I  soar  to  reach  immortal  joys. 

2  Now  may  the  King  descend 

And  fill  his  throne  of  grace; 
Thy  sceptre,  Lord,  extend, 

While  saints  address  thy  face. 
Let  sinners  feel  thy  quickening  word, 
And  learn  to  know  and  fear  the  Lord. 

3  Descend,  celestial  Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers  ; 
Disclose  a  Saviour's  love. 

And  bless  the  sacred  hours : 
Then  shall  my  soul  new  life  obtain. 
Nor  Sabbaths  be  indulged  in  vain. 


13 


Hayward. 


p.  M. 


1  T  T  OW  pleased  and  blest  was  I 
X   A    To  hear  the  people  cry, 

"  Come,  let  us  seek  our  God  to-day  !  " 

Yes,  with  a  cheerful  zeal 

We'll  haste  to  Zion's  hill. 
And  there  our  vows  and  honors  pay. 

2  Zion,  thrice  happy  place. 
Adorned  with  wondrous  grace, 

And  walls  of  strength  embrace  thee  round 


In  thee  our  tribes  appear 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  hear 
The  sacred  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

3  Here  David's  greater  Son 
Has  fixed  his  royal  throne ; 

He  sits  for  grace  and  judgment  here: 

He  bids  the  saint  be  glad, 

He  makes  the  sinner  sad, 
And  humble  souls  rejoice  with  fear. 

4  May  peace  attend  thy  gate, 
And  joy  within  thee  wait 

To  bless  the  soul  of  every  guest : 
The  man  who  seeks  thy  peace, 
And  wishes  thine  increase — 

A  thousand  blessings  on  him  rest  1 

5  My  tongue  repeats  her  vows, 

"  Peace  to  this  sacred  house  !  " 
For  here  my  friends  and  kindred  dwell ; 
And  since  my  glorious  God 
Makes  thee  his  blest  abode, 
My  soul  shall  ever  love  thee  well,   watt 


T 


-^4  S.  p.  M. 

IS  heaven  begun  below 
To  hear  Christ's  praises  flow 
In  Zion  where  his  name  is  known ; 
What  will  it  be  above 
To  sing  redeeming  love, 
And  cast  our  crowns  before  his  throne  ! 

2  Oh,  what  sweet  company 
We  then  shall  hear  and  see  ! 

What  harmony  will  there  abound, 
When  souls  unnumbered  sing 
The  praise  of  Zion's  King, 

Nor  one  dissenting  voice  is  found  ! 

3  With  everlasting  joy. 
Such  as  v/ill  never  cloy, 

We  shall  be  filled,  nor  wish  for  more  ; 


6 


WORSHIP 
6 


Bright  as  meridian  day, 

Calm  as  the  evening  ray, 
Full  as  a  sea  without  a  shore. 
4  Till  that  blest  period  come, 

Zion  shall  be  my  home  ; 
And  may  I  never  thence  remove 

Till  from  the  church  below 

To  heaven  at  once  I  go, 
And  there  commune  in  perfect  love  ! 

Swain. 

15  L.  M. 

1  Q  WEET  is  the  work,  my  God,  my 
O        King, 

To  praise  thy  name,  give  thanks,  and 

sing ; 
To  show  thy  love  by  morning  light. 
And  talk  of  all  thy  truth  at  night. 

2  Sweet  is  the  day  of  sacred  rest ; 

No  mortal  cares  shall  seize  my  breast : 
O  may  my  heart  in  tune  be  found, 
Like  David's  harp  of  solemn  sound  ! 

3  My  heart  shall  triumph  in  my  Lord, 
And  bless  his  works,  and  bless  his  word; 
Thy  works  of  grace  how  bright  they 

shine  ! 
How  deep  thy  counsels,  how  divine  ! 

4  Fools    never    raise   their   thoughts  so 

high  ; 
Like  brutes  they  live,  like  brutes  they 

die! 
Like  grass  they  flourish,  till  thy  breath 
Blasts  them  in  everlasting  death. 

5  But  I  shall  share  a  glorious  part ; 
When  grace  hath  well  refined  my  heart ; 
And  fresh  supplies  of  joy  are  shed, 
Like  holy  oil,  to  cheer  my  head. 


Then  shall  I  see,  and  hear,  and  know, 
All  I  desired  or  wished  below  ; 
And  every  power  find  sweet  employ 
In  that  eternal  world  of  joy. 

Watts. 

16  L.M. 

OW  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair, 
O  Lord  of  hosts,  thy  dwellings 
are  ! 
With  long  desire  my  spirit  faints 
To  meet  th'  assemblies  of  thy  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  thine  abode  ; 
My  panting  heart  cries  out  for  God  ! 
My  God,  my  King,  why  should  I  be 
So  far  from  all  my  joys  and  thee  ? 

3  Blest    are    the    saints   who    dwell    on 

high, 
Around  thy  throne,  above  the  sky  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  shine  above. 
And  all  their  work  is  praise  and  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  find  a  place 
Within  the  temple  of  thy  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  gentler  rays. 
And  seek  thy  face,  and  learn  thy  praise. 

5  Blest  are  the  men  whose  hearts  are  set 
To  find  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 

God  is  their  strength  ;  and  through  the 

road, 
They  lean  upon  their  helper,  God. 

Watt:".. 

17  L.  M. 
OW  sweet  to  leave   the   world 

awhile. 

And  seek  the  presence  of  our  Lord ! 
Dear  Saviour,  on  thy  people  smile, 
According  to  thy  faithful  word. 


WORSHIP. 


From  busy  scenes  we  now  retreat, 
That   we    may    here  converse    with 
thee  ; 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ! 
Let  this  the  gate  of  heaven  be. 

"  Chief  of  ten  thousands,"  now  appear, 
That  we  by  faith  may  \-iew  thy  face  ; 

Oh,  speak,  that  we  thy  voice  may  liear. 
And  let  thy  presence  fill  the  place  ! 

Kellv. 

l8  L.  M. 

MY    opening  eyes    with    rapture 
see 
The  dawn  of  thy  returning  day  ; 
My  thoughts,  O  God,  ascend  to  thee. 
While  thus  my  early  vows  I  pay. 

Oh,  bid  this  trifling  world  retire. 
And  drive  each  carnal  thought  away ; 

Nor  let  me  feel  one  vain  desire — 
One  sinful  thought  through  all  the 
day. 

Then,  to  thy  courts  when  I  repair, 
My  soul  shall  rise  on  joyful  wing. 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  declare, 
And  join  the  strains  which  angels 
sing. 


D 


19  L.M. 

EAR  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me, 
When   Sabbath   bells    awake 
the  day. 
And,  by  their  sacred  minstrelsy. 
Call  me  from  earthly  cares  away. 

And  dear  to  me  the  winged  hour 
Spent    in    thy   hallowed    courts,    O 
Lord ! 


To  feel  devotion's  soothing  power. 
And  catch  the  manna  of  thy  word. 

3  And  dear  to  me  the  loud  Amen, 

Which    echoes    through    the    blest 
abode, 
Which    swells,  and  sinks,   and  swells 
again, 
Dies  on  the  walls,  but  lives  to  God. 

4  Oft  when  the  world,  with  iron  hands. 

Has  bound  me  in  its  six  days'  chain, 
This  bursts  them,  like  the  strong  man's 
bands, 
And  lets  my  spirit  loose  again. 

5  Go,  man  of  pleasure,  strike  thy  lyre. 

Of  broken  Sabbaths  sing  the  charms; 
Ours  be  the  prophet's  car  of  fire 
That  bears  us  to  a  Father's  arms. 

Cunningham. 

20  L.M. 

1  ^T^HINE   earthly    Sabbaths,  Lord, 

X         we  love, 
But  there's  a  nobler  rest  above  ; 
To  that  our  longing  souls  aspire, 
\A'ith  cheerful  hope  and  strong  desire. 

2  No  more  fatigue,  no  more  distress. 
Nor  sin  nor  death  shall  reach  the  place  ; 
No  groans  shall  mingle  with  the  songs 
That  warble  from  immortal  tongues. 

3  No  rude  alarms  of  raging  foes. 
No  cares  to  break  the  long  repose, 
No  midnight  shade,  no  clouded  sun, 
But  sacred,  high,  eternal  noon. 

4.  O  long-expected  day,  begin ! 

Dawn  on  these  realms  of  woe  and  sin  ; 
Fain  would  we  leave  this  weary  road, 
And  sleep  in  death  to  rest  with  God. 

Doddridge. 


WORSHIP. 


21 


L.  M. 


E 


ORD,  how  delightful  "tis  to  see 
A  whole  assembly  worship  thee  ! 
At  once  they  sing,  at  once  they  pray, 
They  hear  of  heaven,   and  learn  the 
way. 

2  I  have  been  there,  and  still  would  go, 
'Tis  like  a  little  heaven  below ; 

Not  all  that  careless  sinners  say, 
Shall  tempt  me  to  forget  this  day. 

3  Oh,  write  upon  my  memory,  Lord, 
The  truths  and  precepts  of  thy  word  ! 
That  I  may  break  thy  laws  no  more, 
But  love  thee  better  than  before. 

Watts. 

^2  L.  M. 

1  A  NOTHER  six  days'  work  is  done  ; 
Jr\.   Another  Sabbath  is  begun. 
Return,  my  soul,  enjoy  the  rest ; 
Improve  the  day  thy  God  hath  blest. 

2  Come,  bless  the  I>ord,  whose  love  as- 

signs 
So  sweet  a  rest  to  w-earied  minds ; 
Provides  an  antepast  of  heaven. 
And  gives  this  day  the  food  of  seven. 

3  O  that  our  thoughts  and  thanks  may 

rise 

As  grateful  incense  to  the  skies ; 

And  draw  from  heaven  that  sweet  re- 
pose 

Which  none  but  he  that  feels  it  knows. 

4  This  heavenly  calm  within  the  breast 
Is  the  dear  pledge  of  glorious  rest 
Which  for  the  church  of  God  remains. 
The  end  of  cares,  the  end  of  pains. 


In  holy  duties  let  the  day 
In  holy  pleasures  pass  away. 
How  sweet  a  Sabbath  thus  to  spend, 
In  hope  of  one  that  ne'er  shall  end  ! 

Stennett. 

^3  L.  M. 

SWEET  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve, 
And   soft   the  sunbeams  linger- 
ing there  ; 
For  these  blest  hours  the  world  I  leavs, 
Wafted  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer. 

Season  of  rest!  the  tranquil  soul 
Feels  the  sweet  calm,  and  melts  to 
love  ; 

And  while  these  sacred  moments  roll. 
Faith  sees  the  smiling  heaven  above. 

Nor  will  our  days  of  toil  be  long  ; 

Our  pilgrimage  will  soon  be  trod  ; 
And  we  shall  join  the  ceaseless  song, 

The  endless  Sabbath  of  our  God. 

Edmeston. 

24  L.  M. 

MILLIONS    within     thy    courts 
have  met, 
jNIillions,  this  day, before  thee  bowed; 
Their  faces  Zion-ward  were  set, 

Vows   with  their   lips  to   thee  they 
vowed. 

Soon  as  the  light  of  morning  broke 
O'er  island,  continent,  or  deep. 

Thy  far-spread  family  awoke, 

Sabbath,    all  round    the    world,  to 
keep. 

From  east  to  west  the  sun  surveyed, 
From  north  to  south  adoring  throngs: 


WORSHIP. 


9 


And  still,  when  evening  stretched  her 
shade, 
The    stars   came  out  to  hear  their 
songs. 

4  z\nd  not  a  prayer,  a  tear,  a  sigh, 

Hath  failed  this  day  some  suit  to  gain; 
To  those  in  trouble  thou  wert  nigh : 
Not  one  hath  sought  thy  face  in  vain. 

5  Yet  one  prayer  more  ! — and  be  it  one, 

In   which   both   heaven   and   earth 
accord. 
Fulfill  thy  promise  to  thy  Son  ; 

Let  all  that  breathe  call  Jesus  Lord  ! 

Montgomery. 


25        L.  M.  6  lines. 

1  ^  WEET  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go; 
vZ3  Thy  word  into  our  minds  instill ; 
And  make  our  lukewarm  hearts  to  glow 

With  lowly  love  and  fervent  will. 
Through  life's   long  day,  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

2  The  day  is  gone,  its  hours  have  run. 

And  thou  hast  taken  count  of  all. 
The  scanty  triumphs  grace  hath  won. 

The  broken  vow,  the  frequent  fall. 
Through  life's  long  day,  and    death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

3  Grant  us,  dear  Lord,  from  e\'il  ways 

True  absolution  and  release  ; 
And  bless  us,  more  than  in  past  days, 

With  purity  and  inward  peace. 
Through  life's  long   day,  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 


4  Do  more  than  pardon,  give  us  joy. 
Sweet  fear,  and  sober  liberty. 
And  simple  hearts  without  alloy 

That  only  long  to  be  like  thee. 
Through  life's  long  day,  and  death's 

dark  night, 
O  gentle  Jesus,  be  our  light. 

Faber. 
26 

^^         L.  M.  6  lines. 

1  \  T  /"HEN,  streaming  from  theeast- 

V  V  ern  skies. 

The  morning  light  salutes  mine  63-68, 
O  Sun  of  righteousness  divine. 
On  me  with  beams  of  mercy  shine  ! 
Oh  !  chase  the  clouds  of  guilt  away, 
And  turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  And  when  to  heaven's  all-glorious  King 
My  morning  sacrifice  I  bring. 

And,    mourning    o'er    my   guilt    and 

shame, 
Ask  mercy  in  my  Saviour's  name  ; 
Then,  Jesus,  cleanse  me  vv'ith  thy  blood. 
And  be  my  Advocate  with  God. 

3  When  each   day's    scenes  and  labors 

close. 
And  wearied  nature  seeks  repose, 
With  pardoning  mercy  richly  blest. 
Guard  me,  my  Saviour,  while  I  rest  ; 
And,  as  each  morning  sun  shall  rise, 
Oh,  lead  me  onward  to  the  skies ! 

4  And  at  my  life's  last  setting  sun, 
My  conflicts  o'er,  my  labors  done, 
Jesus,  thy  heavenly  radiance  shed, 
To  cheer  and  bless  my  dying  bed  ; 
And  from  death's  gloom  my  spirit  raise. 
To  see  thy  face  and  sing  thy  praise. 

W.  Shkubsole. 


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WORSHIP. 


'  F 


^7  L.  M. 

ROM    every    stormy   wind    that 
blows, 

From  every  swelling  tide  of  woes, 
There  is  a  calm,  a  sure  retreat — 
'Tis  found  beneath  the  mercy-seat. 

2  There  is  a  place  where  Jesus  sheds 
The  oil  of  gladness  on  our  heads, 

A  place,  than  all  besides,  more  sweet — 
It  is  the  blood-bought  mercy-seat. 

3  There  is  a  scene,  where  spirits  blend. 
Where    friend    holds    fellowship    with 

friend ; 
Though  sundered  far,  by  faith  they  meet 
Around  one  common  mercy-seat. 

4  There,  there  on  eagles'  wings  we  soar, 
And  sin  and  sense  molest  no  more. 
And  heav'n  comes  down  our  souls  to 

greet. 
And  glory  crowns  the  mercy-seat. 

5  Oh,  let  my  hand  forget  her  skill. 
My  tongue  be  silent,  cold  and  still, 
This  bounding  heart  forget  to  beat, 

If  I  forget  thy  mercy-seat!  Stowell. 

2^  L.  M. 

Y  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet. 
From  blush  of  morn  to  even- 
ing star. 

As  that  which  calls  me  to  thy  feet, 
The  calm  and  holy  hour  of  prayer? 

2   Then  is  my  strength  by  thee  renewed  ; 
Then  are  my  sins  by  thee  forgiven  ; 
Then  dost  thou  cheer  my  solitude, 
With  clear  and  beauteous  hopes  of 
heaven. 


3  No  words  can  tell  what  sweet  relief, 

There  for  my  every  want  I  find ; 
What  strength  for    warfare,  balm    for 
grief. 
What  deep  and    cheerful    peace  of 
mind  ! 

4  Lord,  till  I  reach  the  blissful  shore, 

No  privilege  so  dear  shall  be, 
As  thus  my  inmost  soul  to  pour 
In  faithful,  filial  prayer  to  thee ! 

C.  Elliot. 

29  L.M. 

HAT    various    hindrances    we 
meet 

In  coming  to  a  mercy-seat  ! 
Yet  who  that  knows  the  worth  of  prayer 
But  wishes  to  be  often  there  ? 

2  Prayer    makes    the    darkened    clouds 

withdraw  ; 
Prayer  climbs  the  ladder  Jacob  saw. 
Gives  exercise  to  fiith  and  love, 
Brings  every  blessing  from  above. 

3  Restraining  prayer,  we  cease  to  fight ; 
Prayer,  makes    the  Christian's  armor 

bright ; 
And  Satan  trembles  when  he  sees 
The  weakest  saint  upon  his  knees. 

4  Have  you  no  words?  ah!  think  again  ; 
Words  flow  apace  when  you  complain, 
And  fill  a  fellow-creature's  ear 

With  the  sad  tale  of  all  your  care. 

5  Were  half  the  breath  thus  vainly  spent 
To  heaven  in  supplication  sent, 

Our  cheerful  song  would  oftener  be, 
"  Hear  what  the   Lord  hath   done  for 
me ! "  CowpEK. 


WORSHIP. 


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30 


L.  M. 


1  \  WAKE,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 
£\_     Thy  daily  stage  of  duty  run  ; 
Shake  off  dull  sloth,  and  joyful  rise 
To  pay  thy  morning  sacrifice. 

2  Wake  and  lift  up  thyself,  my  heart, 
And  with  the  angels  bear  thy  part, 
Who,  all  night  long,  unwearied  sing 
High  praise  to  the  eternal  King. 

3  Glory  to  thee  who  safe  hast  kept, 
And  hast  refreshed  me  whilst  I  slept ! 
Grant,  Lord,  when  I  from  death  shall 

wake, 
I  may  of  endless  light  partake  ! 

4  Lord,  I  my  vows  to  thee  renew ; 
Disperse  my  sins  as  morning  dew ; 
Guard  my  first  springs  of  thought  and 

will, 
And  with  thyself  my  spirit  fill. 

5  Direct,  control,  suggest,  this  day, 
All  I  design,  or  do,  or  say  ; 

That  all  my  powers,  with  all  their  might, 
In  thy  sole  glory  may  unite. 


31 


Ken. 


L.  M. 


H 


AST  thou  within  a  care  so  deep,- 
It  chases   from   thine    eyelids 
sleep  ? 
To  thy  Redeemer  take  that  care. 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

2  Hast  thou  a  hope  with  which  thy  heart 
Would  almost  feel  it  death  to  part  t 
Entreat  thy  God  that  hope  to  crown. 
Or  give  thee  strength  to  lav  it  down. 


Hast  thou  a  friend  whose  image  dear 
May  prove  an  idol  worshipped  here  ? 
Implore  the  Lord  that  nought  may  be 
A  shadow  between  heaven  and  thee. 

Whate'er  the  care  that  breaks  thy  rest, 
Whate'er    the    wish   that    swells   thy 

breast, 
Spread  before  God  that  wish,  that  care. 
And  change  anxiety  to  prayer. 

3^  L.  M. 

GOD    of  the   morning,  at   whose 
voice 
The  cheerful  sun  makes  haste  to  rise. 
And  like  a  giant  doth  rejoice 

To  run  his  journey  through  the  skies. 

Oh,  like  the  sun  may  I  fulfill 

The  appointed  duties  of  the  day; 

With  ready  mind  and  active  will, 
March  on  and  keep  my  heavenly  way. 

But  I  shall  rove,  and  lose  the  race. 
If  God  my  Sun  should  disappear, 

And  leave  me  in  this  world's  wide  maze, 
To  follow  every  wandering  star. 

Give  me  thy  counsel  for  my  guide, 
And  then  receive  me  to  thy  bliss ; 

All  my  desires  and  hopes  beside 
Are  faint  and  cold  compared  with 

this.  -VVatts. 

ZZ  L.  M. 

GLORY   to   thee,    my   God,    this 
night. 
For  all  the  blessings  of  the  light ; 
Keep  me,  O  keep  me.  King  of  kings, 
Beneath  thine  own  Almighty  wings. 

Forgive  me.  Lord,  for  thy  dear  Son, 
The  ill  that  I  this  day  have  done; 


WORSHIP. 


Hiat  with  the  world,  myself,  and  thee, 
I,  ere  I  sleep,  at  peace  may  be. 

3  Teach  me  to  live,  that  I  may  dread 
The  grave  as  little  as  my  bed ; 
Teach  me  to  die,  that  so  I  may 
Rise  glorious  at  the  awful  doy. 

4  Oh,  may  my  soul  on  Ihee  repose  ; 
And  may  sweet  sleep  mine  eyelids  close, 
Sleep,   that    may   me    more    vigorous 

make 
To  serve  my  God  when  I  awake. 

5  Praise  God  from  whom  all  blessings 

flow  ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost ! 


I  'T^J 


34-  L.  M. 

^HUS  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on, 
Thus  far  his    power    prolongs 
my  days; 
And  every  evening  shall  make  known 
Some  fresh  memorial  of  his  grace. 

2  Much  of  my  time  has  run  to  waste, 

And  I,  perhaps,  am  near  my  home  ; 
But  he  forgives  my  follies  past. 

And  gives  me  strength  for  days  to 
come. 

3  I  lay  my  body  down  to  sleep  : 

Peace  is  the  pillow  for  my  head. 
While  well-appointed  angels  keep 
Their   watchful    stations  round  my 
bed. 

4  Faith  in  his  name  forbids  my  fear; 

Oh,  may  thy  presence  ne'er  depart; 
And,  in  the  morning,  make  me  hear 
The  love  and  kindness  of  thy  heart. 


Thus,  when  the  night  of  death  shall 
come, 
]\Iy    flesh    shall    rest    beneath    the 
ground ; 
And  wait  thy  voice  to  rouse  my  tomb. 
With  sweet  salvation  in  the  sound. 

Watts. 

ZS  L.  M. 

GREAT  God,  to  thee  my  evening 
song 
With  humble  gratitude  I  raise  ; 
Oh  let  thy  mercy  tune  my  tongue. 
And  fill  my  heart  with  lively  praise. 

My  days,  unclouded  as  they  pass, 
And  every  gently  rolling  hour, 

Are  monuments  of  wondrous  grace, 
And  witness  to  thy  love  and  power. 

And    yet    this    thoughtless,  wretched 
heart. 

Too  oft  regardless  of  thy  love, 
Ungrateful,  can  from  thee  depart, 

And,  fond  of  trifles,  vainly  rove. 

Seal  my  forgiveness  in  the  blood 
Of  Jesus;  his  dear  name  alone 

I  plead  for  pardon,  gracious  God, 
And  kind  acceptance  at  thy  throne. 

Let  this  blest  hope  mine  eyelids  close  ; 

With  sleep  refresh  my  feeble  frame ; 
Safe  in  thy  care  may  I  repose. 

And  wake  with  praises  to  thy  name. 

Anne  Steele. 

J)^  L.  M. 

UN  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear, 
It  is  not  night  if  thou  be  near; 
Oh,  may  no  earth-born  cloud  arise 
To  hide  thee  from  thy  servant's  eyes. 


WORSHIP. 


13 


2  When  tha  soft  dews  of  kindly  sleep 
My  wearied  eyelids  gently  steep, 

Be  my  last  thought  how  sweet  to  rest 
For  ever  on  my  Saviour's  breast. 

3  Abide  with  me  from  morn  till  eve, 
For  without  thee  I  cannot  live  ; 
Abide  with  me  when  night  is  nigh, 
For  without  thee  I  dare  not  die. 

4  If  some  poor  wandering  child  of  thine 
Have  spurned  to-day  the  voice  divine, 
Now,  Lord,  the  gracious  work  begin ; 
Let  him  no  more  lie  down  in  sin. 

5  Watch  by  the  sick  ;  enrich  the  poor 
With   blessings    from    thy   boundless 

store ; 
Be  every  mourner's  sleep  to-night, 
Like  infant  slumbers,  pure  and  light. 

6  Come  near  and  bless  us  when  we  wake, 
Ere  through  the  world  our  way  we  take, 
Till  in  the  ocean  of  thy  love 

We  lose  ourselves  in  heaven  above. 

Keble. 

Zl  L.  M. 

1  /^^  LORD,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 
\^     The  brethren  join   in  love  to 

thee  ; 
On  thee  alone  their  heart  relies, 
Their  only  strength  thy  grace  supplies. 

2  How  sweet,  within  thy  holy  place. 
With  one  accord  to  sing  thy  grace. 
Besieging  thine  attentive  ear 
With  all  the  force  of  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh,  may  we  love  the  house  of  God, 
Of  peace  and  joy  the  blest  abode  ; 
Oh,  may  no  angry  strife  destroy 
That  sacred  peace,  that  holy  joy. 


4  The  world  without  may  rage,  but  we 
Will  only  cling  more  close  to  thee. 
With  hearts  to  thee  more  wholly  given, 
More  weaned  from  earth,  more  fixed 

on  heaven. 

5  Lord,  shower  upon  us  from  above 
The  sacred  gift  of  mutual  love  ; 
Each  other's  wants  may  we  supj^ly, 
And  reign  together  in  the  sky. 

John  Chandlek. 

38  L.M. 

HILE  now  upon  this  Sabbath 


■w 


Thy  house,  Almighty  God,  we  leave, 
'Tis  sweet,  as  sinks  the  setting  sun, 
To  think  on  all  our  duties  done. 

2  Oh  !  evermore  may  all  our  bliss 
Be  peaceful,  pure,  divine  like  this  ; 
And  may  each  Sabbath,  as  it  flies. 
Fit  us  for  joys  beyond  the  skies. 

39  CM. 

1  A  GAIN  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 
±\,        Awakes  the  kindling  ray. 
Dispels  the  darkness  of  the  night. 

And  pours  increasing  day. 

2  Oh,  what  a  night  was  that  which  wrapt 

A  guilty  W'orld  in  gloom  ! 
Oh,  what  a  sun  which  broke  this  day 
Triumphant  from  the  tomb  ! 

3  The  powers  of  darkness  leagued  in  vain 

To  bind  our  Lord  in  death. 
He  shook  their  kingdom  when  he  fell, 
By  his  expiring  breath. 

4  And  now  his  conquering  chariot  wheels 

Ascend  the  lofty  skies  \ 


14 


WORSHIP. 


Broken  beneath  his  powerful  cross, 
Death's  iron  sceptre  Hes. 

5  This  day  be  grateful  homage  paid, 

And  loud  hosannas  sung; 
Let  gladness  dwell  in  eveiy  heart, 
And  praise  on  every  tongue. 

6  Ten  thousand  thousand  voices  join 

To  hail  this  happy  morn, 
Which    scatters     blessings    from    its 
wings 
O'er  nations  yet  unborn. 

Barbauld. 

40  C.  M. 

ND  now  another  week  begins. 
This  day  we  call  the  Lord's  ; 
This  day  he  rose,  who  bore  ou-r  sins — 
For  so  his  word  records. 

2  Hark,  how  the  angels  sweetly  sing  ! — 

Their  voices  fill  the  sky  ; 
They  hail  their  great  victorious  King, 
And  welcome  him  on  high. 

3  We'll  catch  the  note  of  lofty  praise ; 

May  we  their  rapture  feel  ; 
Our  thankful   songs   with  theirs  we'll 
raise. 
And  emulate  their  zeal. 

4  Come   then,  ye    saints  I    and   grateful 

sing 
Of  Christ,  our  risen  Lord — 
Of  Christ,  the  everlasting  King — 
Of  Christ,  th'  incarnate  Word. 

5  Hail,  mighty  Saviour !  thee  we  hail  : 

High  on  thy  throne  above  ; 
Till  heart  and  flesh  together  fail, 
We'll  sing  thy  matchless  love. 

Kelly. 


4^  C.  M. 

1  T)  LEST     morning,    whose    young 
I  s  dawning  rays 

Beheld  our  rising  God, 
That  saw  him  triumph  o'er  the  dust, 
And  leave  his  dark  abode. 

2  In  the  cold  prison  of  the  tomb 

The  dead  Redeemer  lay, 
Till  the  revolving   skies  had  brought 
The  third,  th'  appointed  day. 

3  Hell  and  the  grave  unite  their  force 

To  hold  our  Lord  in  vain ; 
The  sleeping  Conqueror  arose. 
And  burst  their  feeble  chain. 

4  To  thy  great  name,  Almighty  Lord, 

These  sacred  hours  we  pay, 
And  loud  hosannas  shall  proclaim 
The  triumph  of  the  day. 

Watts. 

42  C.  M. 

1  T  ORD,    in  the   morning    thou  shalt ' 
J J         hear 

My  voice  ascending  high  : 
To  thee  will  I  direct  my  prayer, 
To  thee  lift  up  mine  eye. 

2  Up  to  the  hills  where  Christ  is  gone 

To  plead  for  all  his  saints, 
Presenting  at  his  Father's  throne 
Our  songs  and  our  complaints. 

3  Thou  art  a  God  before  whose  sight 

The  wicked  shall  not  stand ; 

Sinners  shall  ne'er  be  thy  delight. 

Nor  dwell  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  But  to  thy  house  will  I  resort, 

To  taste  thy  mercies  there  ; 


WORSHIP. 


I  will  frequent  thy  holy  court, 
And  worship  in  thy  fear. 

5  Oh,  may  the  Spirit  guide  my  feet 
In  ways  of  righteousness  ; 
Make  every  path  of  duty  straight 
And  plain  before  my  face. 

_  Watts. 

43  c.  M. 

1  ^T  7ITH1N  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our 

VV         God, 
In  glory  now  appear  ; 
Make  this  a  place  of  thine  abode, 
And  shed  thy  blessings  here. 

2  When  we  thine  awful  seat  surround. 

Thy  Spirit,  Lord,  impart  ; 
And  let  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound 
With  power  reach  every  heart. 

3  Here  let  the  blind  their  sight  obtain ; 

Here  give  the  mourners  rest : 
Let  Jesiis  here  triumphant  reign. 
Enthroned  in  every  breast. 

4  Here  let  the  voice  of  sacred  joy 

And  humble  prayer  arise, 
Till  higher  strains  our  tongues  employ. 
In  realms  beyond  the  skies. 

44  c.  M. 

1  T  ORD,  at  thy  temple  we  appear, 
\ /     As  happy  Simeon  came. 

And  hope  to  meet  our  Saviour  here — 
Oh  make  our  joys  the  same. 

2  With  what  divine  and  vast  delight 

The  good  old  man  was  filled, 
When  fondly  in  his  withered  arms 
He  clasped  the  holy  child  ! 


3  "  Thou  art  the  light  prepared  to  shine 

Upon  the  Gentile  lands, 
Thine  Israel's  glory,  and  their  hope, 
To  break  their  slavish  bands." 

4  Jesus  !  the  vision  of  thy  face 

Hath  overpowering  charms  ! 
Scarce  shall  I    feel  death's  cold  em- 
brace, 
If  Christ  be  in  my  arms. 

Watts. 

45  CM. 

OW  did  my  heart  rejoice  to  hear 
My  friends  devoutly  say, 
"  In  Zion  let  us  all  appear, 
And  keep  the  solemn  day  !  " 

2  I  love  her  gates,  I  love  the  road  ; 

The  Church,  adorned  with  grace, 
Stands  like  a  palace,  built  for  God, 
To  show  his  milder  face. 

3  Up  to  her  courts,  with  joys  unknown. 

The  holy  tribes  repair  ; 
The  Son  of  David  holds  his  throne, 
And  sits  in  judgment  there. 

4  He  hears  our  praises  and  complaints  ; 

And,  while  his  awful  voice 
Divides  the  sinners  from  the  saints, 
We  tremble  and  rejoice. 

5  Peace  be  within  this  sacred  place, 

And  joy  a  constant  guest ! 
With  holy  gifts  and  heavenly  grace 
Be  her  attendants  blest ! 

6  My  soul  shall  pray  for  Zion  still, 

While  life  or  breath  remains  : 
There  my  best   friends,    my  kindred, 
dwell ; 
There  God,  my  Saviour  reigns. 

Watts. 


16 


WORSHIP. 


46 


C.  M. 

1  /~'^  OME,  thou  desire  of  all  thy  saints ! 
V,_^     Our  humble  strains  attend, 

While,  with  our  praises  and  complaints. 
Low  at  thy  feet  we  bend. 

2  How    should    our    songs,    like    those 

above, 
With  warm  devotion  rise  ! 
How  should  our  souls,  on  wings  of  love. 
Mount  upward  to  the  skies  ! 

3  Come,  Lord  !  thy  love  alone  can  raise 

In  us  the  heavenly  flame  ! 
Then  shall  our  lips  resound  thy  praise, 
Our  hearts  adore  thy  name. 

4  Dear  Saviour  !  Let  thy  glory  shine. 

And  fill  thy  dwellings  here, 
Till  life,  and  love,  and  joy  divine 
A  heaven  on  earth  appear. 

5  Then  shall  our  hearts  enraptured  say. 

Come,  great  Redeemer !  come, 
And  bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day, 
That  calls  thy  children  home. 

Steele. 

47  c.  M. 

1  ]\  /T  Y  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 
--VX      To  which  thy  God  resorts  ! 

'Tis  heaven  to  see  his  smiling  face. 
Though  in  his  earthly  courts. 

2  There  the  great  Monarch  of  the  skies 

His  saving  power  displays  ; 
And  light  breaks  in  upon  our  eyes 
With  kind  and  quickening  rays. 

3  With  his  rich  gifts  the  heavenly  Dove 

Descends  and  fills  the  place. 
While  Christ  reveals  his  wondrous  love. 
And  sheds  abroad  his  grace. 


4  There,  mighty  God,  thy  words  declare 
The  secrets  of  thy  will ; 
And  still  we  seek  thy  mercy  there. 
And  sing  thy  praises  still. 

Watts. 


48 


'E': 


C.  M. 
ARLY,  my  God,  without  delay, 
haste  to  seek  thy  face  ; 
My  thirsty  spirit  faints  away, 
Without  thy  cheering  grace. 

2  So  pilgrims,  on  the  scorching  sand, 

Beneath  a  burning  sky. 
Long  for  a  cooling  stream  at  hand  ; 
And  they  must  drink,  or  die. 

3  I've  seen  thy  glory,  and  thy  power, 

Through  all  thy  temple  shine  ; 
My  God,  repeat  that  heavenly  hour, 
That  vision  so  divine. 

4  Not  all  the  blessings  of  a  feast 

Can  please  my  soul  so  well. 
As  when  thy  richer  grace  I  taste, 
And  in  thy  presence  dwell. 

5  Not  life  itself,  with  all  its  joys. 

Can  my  best  passions  move, 
Or  raise  so  high  my  cheerful  voice, 
As  thy  forgiving  love. 

6  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  day, 

I'll  bless  my  God  and  King; 
Thus  will  I  lift  my  hands  to  pray. 
And  tune  my  lips  to  sing. 


49 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


I   LOVE  to  see  the  Lord  below ; 
His  church  displays  his  grace ; 
But  upper  worlds  his  glory  know. 
And  view  him  face  to  face. 


WORSHIF. 


17 


2  I  love  to  worship  at  his  feet, 

Though  sin  annoy  me  there ; 
But  saints,  exalted  near  his  seat, 
Have  no  assaults  to  fear. 

3  I  love  to  meet  him  in  his  court, 

And  taste  his  heavenly  love  ; 
But  still  his  visits  seem  too  short, 
Or  I  too  soon  remove. 

4  He  shines,  and  I  am  all  delight ; 

He  hides,  and  all  is  pain  : 
When  will  he  fix  me  in  his  sight. 
And  ne'er  depart  again  ? 

5  O  Lord,  I  love  thy  service  now ; 

Thy  church  displays  thy  power  ; 
But  soon  in  heaven  I  hope  to  bow 
And  praise  thee  evermore. 

Watts. 

50  C.  M. 

1  'THHIS  is  the  day  the    Lord   hath 

X  made, 

He  calls  the  hours  his  own ; 
Let  heaven  rejoice,  let  earth  be  glad, 
And  praise  surround  the  throne. 

2  To-day  he  rose  and  left  the  dead. 

And  Satan's  empire  fell ; 
To-day  the  saints  his  triumph  spread. 
And  all  his  wonders  tell. 

3  Hosanna  to  th'  anointed  King, 

To  David's  holy  Son  ; 
Help  us,  O  Lord — descend  and  bring 
Salvation  from  thy  throne. 

4  Blest  be  the  Lord  who  comes  to  men 

With  messages  of  grace  ; 
Who  comes  in  God  his  Father's  name 
To  save  our  sinful  race. 

Watts. 

2 


c 


5-*^  CM. 

OME,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy 
sheep, 

On  this  sweet  day  of  rest ; 
Oh,  bless  this  flock,  and  make  this  fold 
Enjoy  a  heavenly  rest ! 

2  Welcome  and  precious  to  my  soul 

Are  these  sweet  days  of  love  ; 
But  what  a  Sabbath  shall  I  keep    • 
When  I  shall  rest  above  ! 

3  I  come,  I  wait,  I  hear,  I  pray  ; 

Thy  footsteps,  Lord,  I  trace ; 
Here,  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 
I  wait  to  see  thy  face. 


52 


Mason. 


C.  M. 


1  AS  now  the  sun's  declining  rays 
ir\.     At  eventide  descend  ; 

So  life's  brief  day  is  sinking  down 
To  its  appointed  end. 

2  Lord,  on   the   cross  thine  arms  were 

stretched, 
To  draw  thy  people  nigh  ; 
Oh,  grant  us  then  that  cross  to  love, 
And  in  those  arms  to  die. 

3  All  glory  to  the  Father  be, 

All  glory  to  the  Son, 
All  glory,  Holy  Ghost,  to  thee, 
While  endless  ages  run. 


^Z  7s. 

ORD  of  hosts,  how  bright,  how  fair. 
E'en  on  earth  thy  temples  are ! 
Here  thy  waiting  people  see 
Much  of  heaven  and  much  of  thee. 


'E 


18 


WORSHIP. 


2  From  thy  gracious  presence  flows 
Bliss  that  softens  all  our  woes ; 
While  thy  Spirit's  holy  fire 
Warms  our  hearts  with  pure  desire. 

3  Here  we  supplicate  thy  throne  ; 
Here  thou  mak'st  thy  glories  known  ; 
Here  we  learn  thy  righteous  ways, 
Taste  thy  love,  and  sing  thy  praise. 

4  Thus,  with  sacred  songs  of  joy, 
We  our  happy  lives  employ  ; 
Love,  and  long  to  love  thee  more, 
Till  from  earth  to  heaven  we  soar. 

54  C.  M. 

1  /^~^OME,    let   us   strike   our   harps 
V_^         afresh, 

To  great  Jehovah's  name  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  our  tongues. 
When  we  his  love  proclaim. 

2  'Twas  by  his  bidding  we  were  called 

In  pain  awhile  to  part ; 
'Tis  by  his  care  we  meet  again, 
And  gladness  fills  our  heart. 

3  Blest  be  the  hand  that  has  preserved 

Our  feet  from  every  snare  ; 
And  blest  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 
Which  to  this  hour  we  share. 

4  O  may  the  Spirit's  quickening  power 

Now  sanctify  our  jo}-. 
And  warm  our  zeal  in  works  of  love. 
Our  talents  to  employ. 

5  Fast,  fast  our  minutes  fly  away; 

Soon  shall  our  wanderings  cease  ; 
And  with  our  Father  we  shall  dwell, 
A  family  of  peace ! 

Reed. 


55  c.  M. 

1  ipvEAR    Shepherd    of  thy  people, 
I  J         here 

Thy  presence  now  display  ; 
As  thou  hast  given  a  place  for  prayer. 
So  give  us  hearts  to  pray. 

2  Within  these  walls  let  holy  peace, 

And  love,  and  concord  dwell ; 
Here  give  the  troubled  conscience  ease, 
The  wounded  spirit  heal. 

3  The  feeling  heart,  the  melting  eye, 

The  humble  mind  bestow ; 
And  shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
To  make  our  graces  grow  ! 

4  May  we  in  faith  receive  the  word, 

In  faith  present  our  prayers  ; 
And  in  the  presence  of  our  Lord 
Unbosom  all  our  cares. 

5  And  may  the  gospel's  joyful  sound, 

Enforced  by  mighty  grace, 

Awaken  many  sinners  round. 

To  come  and  fill  the  place. 

Newton. 

5^  C.  M. 

ORD,    thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I 

pray ; 
I  am  for  ever  thine ; 
I  fear  before  thee  all  the  day, 
Nor  would  I  dare  to  sin. 

2  And  while  I  rest  my  weary  head, 

From  cares  and  business  free, 
'Tis  sweet  conversing  on  my  bed 
With  my  own  heart  and  thee. 

3  I  pay  this  evening  sacrifice ; 

And  when  my  work  is  done, 


WORSHIP. 


19 


Great  God  !  my  faith  and  hope  relies 
Upon  thy  grace  alone. 

4  Thus,  with  my  thoughts  composed  to 
peace, 
I  give  m.!ne  eyes  to  sleep  ; 
Thy  hand  in  safety  keeps  my  days, 
And  will  my  slumbers  keep. 


S7 


Needham. 


C.   M. 


1  T  LOVE  to  steal  awhile  away 
X      From  every  cumbering  care. 

And  spend  the  hours  of  setting  day 
In  humble,  grateful  prayer. 

2  I  love,  in  solitude,  to  shed 

The  penitential  tear ; 
And  all  his  promises  to  plead 
Where  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  I  love  to  think  on  mercies  past. 

And  future  good  implore  ; 
And  all  my  cares  and  sorrows  cast 
On  him  whom  I  adore. 

4  I  love,  by  foith,  to  take  a  view 

Of  brighter  scenes  in  heaven  ; 
The  prospect  doth  my  strength  renew, 
While  here  by  tempests  driven. 

5  Thus,  when  life's  toilsome  day  is  o'er, 

May  its  departing  ray 
Be  calm  as  this  impressive  hour, 
And  lead  to  endless  day. 


58 


Mrs.  Brow.v. 


C.  M. 


I    'W  7 HEN  the  worn  spirit  wants  re- 
V  V  pose, 

And  sighs  her  God  to  seek, 
How  sweet  to  hail  the  evening's  close. 
That  ends  the  weary  week. 


2  How  welcome  is  the  early  dawn 

That  opens  on  the  sight. 
When  first  the  soul-reviving  morn 
Sheds  forth  new  rays  of  light. 

3  Blest  day  !  thine   hours  too  soon  will 

cease. 
Yet,  while  they  gently  roll. 
Breathe,     heavenly   Spirit,    source    of 

peace, 
A  Sabbath  o'er  my  soul. 

4  When  will  my  pilgrimage  be  done, 

The  world's  long  week  be  o'er. 
That  Sabbath  dawn  which  needs  no  sun. 
That  day  which  fades  no  more  .' 

Edmestox. 

59     C.  M.  Double. 

1  TT  /"HILE  thee  I  seek,  protecting 

VV  Power, 

Be  my  vain  wishes  stilled  ; 
And  may  this  consecrated  hour 
With  better  hopes  be  filled  ! 
Thy  love   the   power  of  thought   be- 
stowed ; 
To  thee  my  thoughts  would  soar  ; 
Thy  mercy  o'er  my  life  has  flowed  ; 
That  mercy  I  adore. 

2  In  each  event  of  life,  how  clear 

Thy  ruling  hand  I  sec  ! 
Each  blessing  to  my  soul  more  dear, 

Because  conferred  by  thee. 
In  every  joy  that  crowns  my  days, 

In  every  pain  I  bear. 
My  heart  shall  find  delight  in  praise, 

Or  seek  relief  in  prayer. 

3  When  gladness  wings  my  favored  hour, 

Thy  love  my  thoughts  shall  fill ; 


20 


WORSHIP. 


Resigned,  when  storms  of  sorrow  lower, 
My  soul  shall  meet  thy  will. 

My  lifted  eye,  without  a  tear, 
The  gathering- storm  shall  see  ; 

My  steadfast  heart  shall  know  no  fear, 
That  heart  will  rest  on  thee. 

Williams. 

^^    C.  M.  Double. 
I      A  LMIGHTY  God,  thy  word  is  cast 
Jr\.     Like  seed  into  the  ground  ; 
Oh  may  it  grow  in  humble  hearts, 

And  righteous  fruits  abound. 
Let  not  the  foe  of  Christ  and  man 

This  holy  seed  remove. 
But  give  it  root  in  praying  souls 
To  bring  forth  fruits  of  love. 

Cawood. 

"^     C.  M.  Double. 

N  God's  own  house  pronounce  his 

praise, 
His  grace  he  there  reveals  ; 
To  heaven  your  joy  and  wonder  raise, 

For  there  his  glory  dwells. 
Let  all  your  secret  passions  move 
While  you  rehearse  his  deeds  ; 
But  the  great  work  of  saving  love, 
Your  highest  praise  exceeds 


I 


Watts. 


62 


F 


C.  M. 
AR  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  flee, 
From  strife  and  tumult  far ; 
From  scertes  where  Satan  wages  still 
His  most  successful  war. 

2  The  calm  retreat,  the  silent  shade, 
With  prayer  and  praise  agree  ; 
And  seem  by  thy  sweet  bounty  made 
For  those  who  follow  thee. 


3  There,  if  thy  Spirit  touch  the  soul, 

And  grace  her  mean  abode. 
Oh,  with  what  peace  and  joy  and  love 
She  communes  with  her  God  ! 

4  Author  and  guardian  of  my  life, 

Sweet  source  of  light  divine. 
And — all  harmonious  names  in  one — 
My  Saviour,  thou  art  mine. 

5  What  thanks  I  owe  thee,  and  what  love ! 

A  boundless,  endless  store  ! 
Thy  praise  shall  fill  the  realms  above. 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

CoWPER. 


H 


63 


C.  M. 
AIL,    tranquil    hour  of  closing 
day  I 

Begone,  disturbing  care  ! 
And  look,  my  soul,  from  earth  away 
To  him  who  heareth  prayer. 

2  How  sweet  the  tear  of  penitence. 

Before  his  throne  of  grace, 
While  to  the  contrite  spirit's  sense, 
He  shows  his  smiling  face. 

3  How  sweet,  through  long-remembered 

years. 
His  mercies  to  recall, 
And   pressed  with  wants,  and  griefs, 

and  fears, 
To  trust  his  love  for  all. 

4  How  sweet  to  look,  in  thoughtful  hope, 

Beyond  this  fading  sky. 
And  hear  him  call  his  children  up 
To  his  fair  home  on  high. 

5  Calmly  the  day  forsakes  our  heaven 

To  dawn  beyond  the  west ; 
So  let  my  soul  in  life's  last  even, 
Retire  to  glorious  rest.  Bacon. 


WORSHIP. 


21 


6+ 


C.  M. 

1  A    THRONE   of  grace!    then   let 
l\         us  go 

And  offer  up  our  prayer ; 
A  gracious  God  will  mercy  show 
To  all  that  worship  there. 

2  A  throne  of  grace !  oh,  at  that  throne 

Our  knees  have  often  bent ! 
And  God  has  showered  his  blessings 
down 
As  often  as  we  went. 

3  A  throne  of  grace  !  rejoice,  ye  saints  ; 

That  throne  is  open  still ; 
To  God  unbosom  your  complaints, 
And  then  inquire  his  will. 

4  A  throne  of  grace  we  yet  shall  need 

Long  as  we  draw  our  breath, 
A  Saviour,  too,  to  intercede, 
Till  we  are  changed  by  death. 


His  watchword  at  the  gates  of  death- 
He  enters  heaven  with  prayer. 

5  Prayer  is  the  contrite  sinner's  voice. 

Returning  from  his  ways  ; 
While  angels  in  their  songs  rejoice. 
And  cry — "  Behold  he  prays  !  " 

6  O  thou,  by  whom  we  come  to  God — 

The  Life,  the  Truth,  the  Way; 
The  path  of  prayer  thyself  hast  trod  ; 
Lord  !   teach  us  how  to  pray. 


Montgomery. 


66 


T' 


■P 


65 


CORBIN. 

C.  M. 
RAYER  is  the  soul's  sincere  de- 
sire, 

Unuttered  or  expressed ; 
The  motion  of  a  hidden  fire 
That  trembles  in  the  breast. 

2  Prayer  is  the  burden  of  a  sigh. 

The  falling  of  a  tear, 
The  upward  glancing  of  an  eye, 
When  none  but  God  is  near. 

3  Prayer  is  the  simplest  form  of  speech 

That  infant  lips  can  try  ;  j 

Prayer  the  sublimest  strains  that  reach  j 

The  majesty  on  high.  j 

4  Prayer  is  the  Christian's  vital  breath. 

The  Christian's  native  air  : 


C.  M. 
HERE   is    an    eye    that   never 
sleeps 
Beneath  the  wing  of  night; 
There  is  an  ear  that  never  shuts, 
When  sink  the  beams  of  light. 

2  There  is  an  arm  that  never  tires, 

When  human  strength  gives  way ; 
There  is  a  love  that  never  fails, 
When  earthly  loves  decay. 

3  That  eye  is  fixed  on  seraph  throngs  ; 

That  arm  upholds  the  sky; 
That  ear  is  filled  with  angel  songs  ; 
That  love  is  throned  on  high. 

4  But  there's  a  power  which   man  can 

wield 
When  mortal  aid  is  vain, 
That  eye,  that  arm,  that  love  to  reach. 
That  listening  ear  to  gain. 

5  That  power  is  prayer,  which  soars  on 

high, 
Through  Jesus,  to  the  throne ; 
And  moves  the  hand  which  moves  the 

world, 
To  bring:  salvation  down  ! 


IVOR  SHI  p. 


67 


C.  M. 

1  T)RAYER  is  the  breath  of  God  in 
JL  man, 

Returning  whence  it  came  ; 
Love  is  the  sacred  fire  within, 
And  prayer  the  rising  flame. 

2  It  gives  the  burdened  spirit  ease, 

And  soothes  the  troubled  breast ; 
Yields  comfort  to  the  mourning  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  When  God  inclines  the  heart  to  pray, 

He  hath  an  ear  to  hear ; 
To  him  there's  music  in  a  sigh, 
And  beauty  in  a  tear. 

4  The  humble  suppliant  cannot  fail 

To  have  his  wants  supplied. 
Since  he  for  sinners  intercedes. 
Who  once  for  sinners  died. 


Then  let  our  songs  abound, 

And  every  tear  be  dry  ; 
We're  marching   through  Immanuel's 
ground, 

To  fairer  worlds  on  hich. 


69 


S.  M. 


68 


S.  M. 


1  -^OME,  we  that  love  the  Lord, 
\_y     And  let  our  joys  be  known  ; 
Join  in  a  song  with  sweet  accord, 

And  thus  surround  the  throne. 

2  Let  those  refuse  to  sing 

Who  never  knew  our  God, 
But  children  of  the  heavenly  King 
May  speak  their  joys  abroad. 

3  The  men  of  grace  have  found 

Glory  begun  below ; 
Celestial  fruits  on  earthly  ground 
From  faith  and  hope  may  grow. 

4  The  hill  of  Zion  yields    ■ 

A  thousand  sacred  sweets 
Before  we  reach  the  heavenly  fields. 
Or  walk  the  golden  streets. 


SWEET  is  the  work,  O  Lord, 
Thy  glorious  acts  to  sing. 
To  praise  thy  name,  and  hear  thy  word. 
And  grateful  offerings  bring. 

Sweet,  at  the  dawning  hour, 
Thy  boundless  love  to  tell ; 

And  when    the    night-wind    shuts  the 
flower, 
Still  on  the  theme  to  dwell. 

Sweet,  on  this  day  of  rest. 

To  join  in  heart  and  voice 
With  those  who  love  and  serve  thee  best, 

And  in  thy  name  rejoice. 

To  songs  of  praise  and  joy 

Be  every  Sabbath  given. 
That  such  may  be  our  blest  employ 

Eternally  in  heaven. 

Lyte. 

7^  S.  M. 

WELCOME,  sweet  day  of  rest,    ' 
That  saw  the  Lord  arise ! 
Welcome  to  this  reviving  breast. 
And  these  rejoicing  eyes  ! 

The  King  himself  comes  near. 
And  feasts  his  saints  to-day  ; 

Here  may  we  sit  and  see  him  here. 
And  love,  and  praise,  and  pray. 

One  day  amidst  the  place 

Where  my  dear  God  hath  been, 


WORSHIP. 


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Is  sweeter  than  ten  thousand  days 
Of  pleasurable  sin. 

4  My  willing  soul  would  stay 
In  such  a  frame  as  this, 
And  sit  and  sing  herself  away 
To  everlasting  bliss. 

Watts. 

7^  S.  M. 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord  our  might, 
v3      With  holy  fervor  sing  ; 
Let  hearts  and  instruments  unite 

To  praise  the  heavenly  King. 

2  This  is  his  holy  house, 

And  this  his  festal  day, 
When  he  accepts  the  humblest  vows 
That  we  sincerely  pay. 

3  The  Sabbath  to  our  sires 

In  mercy  first  was  given  ; 
The  Church  her  Sabbaths  still  requires 
To  speed  her  on  to  heaven. 

Lytf. 


72 


S.  M. 


1  T  T  OW  charming  is  the  place 

X  X      Where  my  Redeemer,  God, 
Unveils  the  beauties  of  his  face, 
And  sheds  his  love  abroad  ! 

2  Not  the  fair  palaces, 

To  which  the  great  resort, 
Are  once  to  be  compared  with  this, 
Where  Jesus  holds  his  court. 

3  Here,  on  th^  mercy-seat, 

With  radiant  glory  crowned, 
Our  joyful  eyes  behold  him  sit. 
And  smile  on  all  around. 

Stennett. 


IZ  S.  M. 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord, 
And  in  his  praises  join  ! 
With  saints  his  goodness  to  record, 
And  sing  his  power  divine  ! 

These  seasons  of  delight 

The  dawn  of  glory  seem. 
Like  rays  of  pure  celestial  light, 

Which  on  our  spirits  beam. 

Oh,  blest  assurance  this ! 

Bright  morn  of  heavenly  day  ; 
Sweet  foretaste  of  eternal  bliss, 

That  cheers  the  pilgrim's  way. 

74 

ESUS,  we  look  to  thee, 

Thy  promised  presence  claim  ; 
Thou  in  the  midst  of  us  wilt  be, 
Assembled  in  thy  name. 

Thy  name  salvation  is, 

Which  here  we  come  to  prove  ; 
The  name  is  life,  and  health,  and  peace, 

And  everlasting  love. 

C.  Wesley. 

IS  S.  M. 

COME  to  the  house  of  prayer, 
O  thou  afflicted,  come  ; 
The  God    of  peace   shall    meet   thee 
there  ; 
He  makes  that  house  his  home. 

Come  to  the  house  of  praise, 

Ye  who  are  happy  now ; 
In  sweet  accord  your  voices  raise, 

In  kindred  homa£;e  bow. 


21 


WORSHIP. 


3  Ye  aged,  hither  come, 

For  ye  have  felt  his  love  ; 
Soon  shall  your  trembling  tongues  be 
dumb. 
Your  lips  forget  to  move. 

4  Ye  young,  before  his  throne 

Come,  bow  ;  your  voices  raise  ; 
Let  not  your  hearts  his  i^raise  disown 
Who  gives  the  power  to  praise. 

5  Thou,  whose  benignant  eye 

In  mercy  looks  on  all — 
Who  seest  the  tear  of  miser}', 
And  hear'st  the  mourner's  call — 

6  Up  to  thy  dwelling-place 

Bear  our  frail  spirits  on, 
Till  they  outstrip  time's  tardy  pace, 
And  heaven  on  earth  be  won. 

E.  Taylor. 

7"  S.  M. 

1  /^~^OME  at  the  morning  hour, 
V_x     Come,  let  us  kneel  and  pray  ; 

Prayer  is  the  Christian  pilgrim's  staff 
To  walk  with  God  all  day. 

2  At  noon,  beneath  the  Rock 

Of  Ages,  rest  and  pray  ; 
Sweet  is  that  shelter  from  the  sun, 
In  the  weary  heat  of  day. 

3  At  evening,  in  thy  home, 

Around  its  altar,  pray ; 
And  finding  there  the  house  of  God, 
With  heaven  then  close  the  day. 

4  When  midnight  vails  our  eyes. 

Oh,  it  is  sweet  to  say, 
I  sleep,  but  my  heart  waketh,  Lord, 
With  thee  to  watch  and  pray. 


11 


S.  M. 


1  'T^HIS  is  the  day  of  light : 

X       Let  there  be  light  to-day  : 
O  Day-spring,  rise  upon  our  night. 
And  chase  its  gloom  away. 

2  This  is  the  day  of  rest : 

Our  failing  strength  renew  ! 
On  weary  brain  and  troubled  breast 
Shed  thou  thy  freshening  dew. 

3  This  is  the  day  of  peace  : 

Thy  peace  our  spirits  fill  ; 
Bid  thou  the  blast  of  discord  cease, 
The  waves  of  strife  be  still. 

4  This  is  the  day  of  prayer  : 

Let  earth  to  heaven  draw  near  ; 
Lift  up  our  hearts  to  seek  thee  there ; 
Come  down  to  meet  us  here. 

5  This  is  the  first  of  days  j 

Send  forth  thy  quickening  breath. 
And  wake  dead  souls  to  love  and  praise, 
O  Vanquisher  of  death  ! 


T 


78 


S.  M. 

HE  day,  O  Lord,  is  spent ; 
Abide  with  us,  and  rest ; 
Our  hearts'  desires  are  fully  bent 
On  making  thee  our  guest. 

2  We  have  not  reached  that  land, 

That  happy  land,  as  yet, 
Where  holy  angels  round  thee  stand, 
Whose  sun  can  never  set. 

3  Our  sun  is  sinking  now  ; 

Our  day  is  almost  o'er  : 
O  Sun  of  Righteousness,  do  thou 
Shine  on  us  evermore  ! 

John  Mason  Neale. 


WORSHIP. 


25 


79  s.M. 

1  "^  I  ^HE  day  is  past  and  gone, 

\_       The  evening  shades  appear; 
O  may  we  all  remember  well 
The  night  of  death  draws  near. 

2  We  lay  our  garments  by, 

Upon  our  beds  to  rest ; 
So  death  will  soon  disrobe  us  all 
Of  what  we  here  possess. 

3  Lord,  keep  us  safe  this  night, 

Secure  from  all  our  fears  ; 
May  angels  guard  us  while  we  sleep. 
Till  morning  light  appears. 

4  And  when  we  early  rise. 

And  view  th'  unwearied  sun, 
May  we  set  out  to  win  the  prize, 
And  after  glory  run. 

5  And  when  our  days  are  past, 

And  we  from  time  remove, 

O  may  we  in  thy  bosom  rest, 

The  bosom  of  thy  love. 


8o 


Leland. 


S.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  day  of  praise  is  done  ; 

X        The  evening  shadows  fall ; 

Yet  pass  not  from  us  with  the  sun. 

True  Light  that  lightenest  all. 

2  Around  thy  throne  on  high. 

Where  night  can  never  be, 
The  white-robed  harpers  of  the  sky 
Bring  ceaseless  songs  to  thee. 

3  Too  faint  our  anthems  here  ; 

Too  soon  of  praise  we  tire ; 
But  oh,  the  strains  how  full  and  clear 
Of  that  eternal  choir! 


4  Yet,  Lord,  to  thy  dear  will, 
If  thou  attune  the  heart. 
We  in  thine  angels'  music  still 
May  bear  our  lower  part. 


8i 


E' 


S.  M. 


ORD,  at  this  closing  hour, 
Establish  every  heart 
Upon  thy  word  of  truth  and  power, 
To  keep  us  when  we  j^art. 
2  Peace  to  our  brethren  give  ; 
Fill  all  our  hearts  with  love  ; 
In  faith  and  patience  may  we  live, 
And  seek  our  rest  above. 

E.  T.  Fitch. 


82 


7s. 


1  OOFTLY  fades  the  twilight  ray 
O    Of  the  holy  Sabbath  day; 
Gently  as  life's  setting  sun. 
When  the  Christian's  course  is  run. 

2  Night  her  solemn  mantle  spreads 
O'er  the  earth,  as  daylight  fades; 
All  things  tell  of  calm  repose 

At  the  holy  Sabbath's  close. 

3  Peace  is  on  the  world  abroad  ; 
'Tis  the  holy  peace  of  God — • 
Symbol  of  the  peace  within 
When  the  spirit  rests  from  sin. 

4  Still  the  Spirit  lingers  near. 
Where  the  evening  worshipper 
Seeks  communion  with  the  skies, 
Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

5  Saviour,  may  our  Sabbaths  be 
Days  of  peace  and  joy  in  thee, 
Till  in  heaven  our  souls  repose. 
Where  the  Sabbath  ne'er  shall  close. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


m 


IVOR  SHIP, 


1  I   7"  RE  another  Sabbath's  close, 
I   ^  Ere  again  we  seek  repose, 

Lord  !  our  song  ascends  to  thee  ; 
At  thy  feet  we  bow  the  knee. 

2  For  the  mercies  of  the  day, 
For  this  rest  upon  our  way. 
Thanks  to  thee  alone  be  given, 
Lord  of  earth,  and  King  of  heaven. 

3  Cold  our  services  have  been  ; 
Mingled  every  prayer  with  sin  ; 
But  thou  canst  and  wilt  forgive  ; 
By  thy  grace  alone  we  live. 

4  Whilst  this  thorny  path  we  tread. 
May  thy  love  our  footsteps  lead  ! 
When  our  journey  here  is  past, 
May  we  rest  with  thee  at  last. 

5  Let  these  earthly  Sabbaths  prove 
Foretastes  of  our  joys  above  ; 
While  their  steps  thy  pilgrims  bend 
To  the  rest  which  knows  no  end. 


7s. 


84 


7s. 


1  I   "'OR  a  season  called  to  pait, 

X         Let  us  now  ourselves  commend 
To  the  gracious  eye  and  heart 
Of  our  ever-present  Friend. 

2  Jesus,  hear  our  humble  prayer  : 

Tender  Shepherd  of  thy  sheep. 
Let  thy  mercy  and  thy  care 
All  our  souls  in  mercy  keep. 

3  In  thy  strength  may  we  be  strong; 

Sweeten  everv  cross  and  pain  ; 
And  our  wasting  lives  prolong, 
Till  we  meet  on  earth  again. 

Newton. 


85 

1  QOFTLY  now  the  light  of  day 
w3     Fades  upon  my  sight  away ; 
Free  from  care,  from  labor  free, 
Lord,  I  would  commune  with  thee. 

2  Thou,  whose  all-pervading  eye 
Naught  escapes  without,  within. 
Pardon  each  infirmity. 

Open  fault,  and  secret  sin. 

3  Thou,  who,  sinless,  yet  hast  known 
All  of  man's  infirmity; 

Then  from  thine  eternal  throne, 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye. 

4  Soon,  for  me,  the  light  of  day 
Shall  forever  pass  away  : 
Then,  from  sin  and  sorrow  free. 
Take  me.  Lord,  to  dwell  with  thee. 

DOANIi. 

"^  8s,  7s&4s. 

ORD,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing, 
^ill  our   hearts    with  joy    and 
peace  ; 
Let  us  each,  thy  love  possessing. 
Triumph  in  redeeming  grace  ; 

Oh,  refresh  us, 
Traveling  through  the  wilderness. 

2  Thanks  we  give  and  adoration. 

For  thy  gospel's  joyful  sound  ; 
May  the  fruits  of  thy  salvation 
In  our  hearts  and  lives  abound  ; 

May  thy  presence. 
With  us  evermore  be  found. 

3  So,  whene'er  the  signal  's  given, 

Us  from  earth  to  call  away, 


I    T  ORD, 
I    V     Fil 


WORSHIP. 


27 


Borne  on  angels'  wings  to  heaven, 
Glad  the  summons  to  obey, 
May  we  ever 
Reign  with  Christ  in  endless  day.     * 


87 


BURDER. 


8s,  7s  &4s. 

1  /'"^  OD  of  our  salvation,  hear  us  ; 
V_T     Bless,  oh  bless  us,  ere  we  go ; 
When  we  join  the  world,  be  near  us, 

Lest  we  cold  and  careless  grow : 

Saviour,  keep  us, 
Keep  us  safe  from  every  foe. 

2  May  we  live  in  view  of  heaven. 

Where  we  hope  to  see  thy  face  ; 
Save  us  from  unhallowed  leaven. 
All  that  might  obscure  thy  grace  ; 

Keep  us  walking 
Each  in  his  appointed  place. 

3  As  our  steps  are  drawing  nearer 

To  the  place  we  call  our  home, 
May  our  view  of  heaven  grow  clearer, 
Hope  more  bright  of  joys  to  come; 

And,  when  dying. 
May  thy  presence  cheer  the  gloom. 

^"  Ss,  7s  &  4s. 

1  "XT'  EEP  us,  Lord,  oh  keep  us  ever ; 
j]^^     Vain  our  hope,  if  left  by  thee  ; 

We  are  thine,  oh  leave  us  never 
Till  thy  glorious  face  we  see  : 

Then  to  praise  thee 
Through  a  bright  eternity. 

2  Precious  is  thy  word  of  promise, 

Precious  to  thy  people  here  ; 

Never  take  thy  presence  from  us, 

Jesus,  Saviour,  still  be  near  : 

Living,  dying. 
May  thy  name  our  spirits  cheer. 


89  lOs. 

1  A  BIDE  with  me  !  fast  falls  the  even- 
l\         tide, 

The  darkness  deepens  ;  Lord,  with  me 

abide  ; 
When  other  helpers  fail,  and  comforts 

flee, 
Help  of  the  helpless,  oh,  abide  with  me. 

2  Swift  to  its  close  ebbs  out  life's  little 

day ; 
Earth's  joys  grow  dim,  its  glories  pass 

away ; 
Change  and  decay  on  all  around  I  see  ; 

0  thou  who  changest  not,  abide  with 

me. 

3  I  need  thy  presence  every  passing  hour, 
What  but  thy  grace  can  foil  the  tempt- 
er's power  ? 

Who  like   thyself,   my  guide  and  stay 

can  be  ? 
Through  cloud    and   sunshine,    Lord, 

abide  with  me. 

4  I  fear  no  foe,  with  thee  at  hand  to 

bless ; 

Ills  have  no  weight,  and  tears  no  bit- 
terness. 

Where  is  death's  sting?  where,  grave, 
thy  victory  ? 

1  triumph  still,  if  thou  abide  with  me, 

5  Hold  thou  thy  cross  before  my  closing 

eyes  ; 
Shine  through  the  gloom,  and  point 

me  to  the  skies  ; 
Heaven's  morning  breaks,  and  earth's 

vain  shadows  flee  ; 
In  life,  in  death,  O  Lord,  abide  with 

me.  LvTE. 


28 


WORSHIP. 


90  8s  &  7s, 

1  O  ILENTLY  the  shades  of  evening 
w3      Gather  round  my  lowly  door  ; 
Silently  they  bring  before  me 

Faces  I  shall  see  no  more. 

2  Oh,  the  lost,  the  unforgotten, 

Though  the  world  be  oft  forgot ; 
Oh,  the  shrouded  and  the  lonely, 
In  our  hearts  they  perish  not. 

3  Living  in  the  silent  hours, 

Where  our  spirits  only  blend. 
They,  unlinked  with  earthly  trouble, 
We  still  hoping  for  its  end. 

4  How  such  holy  memories  cluster. 

Like  the  stars  w'hen  storms  are  past, 
Pointing  up  to  that  fair  heaven 
We  may  hope  to  gain  at  last. 

9  ^  8s  &  7s. 

1  '  I  ^ARRY  with  me,  O  my  Saviour, 

_L        For  the  day  is  passing  by  ; 

See !  the  shades  of  evening  gather, 

And  the  night  is  draw'ing  nigh. 

2  Many  friends  were  gathered  round  me 

In  the  bright  days  of  the  past ; 
But  the  grave  has  closed  above  them, 
And  I  linger  here  at  last. 

3  Deeper,  deeper  grow  the  shadows  ; 

Paler  now  the  glowing  west ; 

Swift  the  night  of  death  advances; 

Shall  it  be  the  night  of  rest.'' 

4  Feeble,  trembling,  fainting,  dying, 

Lord,  I  cast  myself  on  thee ; 
Tarry  with  me  through  the  darkness  ! 
While  I  sleep,  still  watch  by  me. 


5  Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour ! 
Lay  my  head  upon  thy  breast 
Till  the  morning  ;  then  awake  me — 
*    Morning  of  eternal  rest ! 

9-^  8s  &  7s. 

1  T  MAINLY    through   night's    weary 

V  hours, 

Keep  we  watch  lest  foes  alarm; 
Vain  our  bulwarks  and  our  towers, 
But  for  God's  protecting  arm. 

2  Vain  were  all  our  toil  and  labor 

Did  not  God  that  labor  bless  ; 
Vain,  without  his  grace  and  favor, 
Every  talent  we  possess. 

3  Seek  we  then  the  Lord's  Anointed  j 

He  shall  grant  us  peace  and  rest : 
Ne'er  was  suppliant  disappointed 
Who  to  Christ  his  prayer  addressed. 

LVTE. 

8s  &  7s. 
declineth, 
e  shades  of  night; 
May  the  Sun  which  ever  shineth, 
Fill  our  souls  with  heavenly  light  ! 

2  While  thine  ear  of  love  addressing, 
Thus  our  parting  hymn  we  sing. 
Father,  grant  thine  e\-ening  blessing, 
Fold  us  safe  beneath  thy  wing  ! 


93 


I    TO,  the  day  of  rest( 
J /    Gather  fast  the 


F 


94 

ADING,  still  foding,  the  last  beam 

is  shining. 

Father  in  heaven!  the  day  is  declining, 

Safety  and  innocence  fly  with  the  light, 

Temptation  and  danger  walk  forth  with 

the  niaht : 


IV  OR  SHI  p. 


29 


From    the    fall   of  the   shade  till  the 

morning-bells  chime, 
Shield  me  from  danger,  sa\-e  me  from 

crime. 
Father,    have    mercy,     Father,    have 

mercy, 
Father,    have    mercy,    through    Jesus 
Christ  our  Lord. 

2  Father  in  heaven !  oh,  hear  when  we 
call! 

Hear,  for  Christ's  sake,  who  is  Saviour 
of  all  ; 

Feeble  and  fainting  we  trust  in  thy 
might, 

In  doubting  and  darkness  thy  love  be 
our  light ; 

Let  us  sleep  on  thy  breast  while  the 
night  taper  burns, 

Wake  in  thy  arms  when  morning  re- 
turns. 

Father,  have  mercy,  &:c.     Amen. 

95  L.M. 

1  O  WEET    hour    of   prayer !    sweet 
w3  hour  of  prayer  ! 

That  calls  me  from  a  world  of  care. 
And  bids  me  at  my  Father's  throne 
Make  all  my  wants  and  wishes  known. 
In  seasons  of  distress  and  grief, 
My  soul  has  often  found  relief, 
And  oft  escaped  the  tempter's  snare 
By  thy  return,  sweet  hour  of  prayer. 

2  Sweet  hour  of  prayer !  sweet  hour  of 

prayer ! 
Thy  wings  shall  my  petition  bear, 
To  him  whose  truth  and  faithfulness. 
Engage  the  waiting  soul  to  bless ; 


And  since  he  bids  me  seek  his  face. 
Believe  his  word,  and  trust  his  grace, 
I'll  cast  on  him  my  every  care, 
And  wait  for  thee,  sweet  hour  of  prayer  1 

3   Sweet  hour  of  prayer  !  sweet  hour  of 
prayer  ! 
May  I  thy  consolation  share  ; 
Till  from  Mount  Pisgah's  lofty  height, 
I  view  my  home,  and  take  my  flight ; 
This  robe  of  flesh  I'll  drop,  and  rise 
To  seize  the  everlasting  prize  ; 
And  shout,  while  passing  through  the 

air, 
Farewell,  farewell,  sweet  hour  of  prayer! 


96 


S.  M. 

1  O  TAND  up,  and  bless  the  Lord, 
v3     Ye  people  of  his  choice  ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord  your  God 

With  heart,  and  soul,  and  voice. 

2  Though  high  above  all  praise. 

Above  all  blessing  high, 
Who  would  not  fear  his  holy  name, 
And  laud,  and  magnify  ? 

3  Oh,  for  the  living  flame 

From  his  own  altar  brought, 
To  touch  our  lips,  our  souls  inspire, 
And  wing  to  heaven  our  thought ! 

4  God  is  our  strength  and  song. 

And  his  salvation  ours  ; 
Then  be  his  love  in  Christ  proclaimed 
With  all  our  ransomed  powers. 

5  Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord ; 

The  Lord  your  God  adore ; 
Stand  up,  and  bless  his  glorious  name, 
Henceforth,  for  evermore  ! 

Montgomery. 


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WORSHIP. 


97  S.  M. 

1  T  ET  sinners  take  their  course, 

J ^     And  clioose  the  road  to  death; 

But  in  the  worship  of  my  God 
I'll  spend  my  daily  breath. 

2  My  thoughts  address  his  throne, 

When  morning  brings  the  light ; 
I  seek  his  blessing  every  noon, 
And  pay  my  vows  at  night. 

3  Thou  wilt  regard  my  cries, 

O  my  eternal  God, 
While  sinners  perish  in  surprise, 
Beneath  thy  holy  rod. 

4  But  I,  with  all  my  cares, 

Will  lean  upon  the  Lord ; 
I'll  cast  my  burdens  on  his  arm. 
And  rest  upon  his  word. 

5  His  arm  shall  well  sustain 

The  children  of  his  love  ; 
The  ground  on  which  their  safety'  stands 
No  earthly  power  can  move. 

Watts. 

9^  S.  M. 

1  IV  /r  Y  soul,  repeat  his  praise, 
._Vi      Whose  mercies  are  so  great. 

Whose  anger  is  so  slow  to  rise. 
So  ready  to  abate. 

2  His  power  subdues  our  sins, 

And  his  forgiving  love, 
Far  as  the  east  is  from  the  west. 
Doth  all  our  guilt  remove. 

3  High  as  the  heavens  are  raised 

Above  the  ground  we  tread. 
So  far  the  riches  of  his  grace 
Our  highest  thoughts  exceed. 


99  L.  M. 

RAISE  ye  the  Lord,  his  servants, 


Your  hearts  and  voices  in  his  praise  ; 
His  presence  seek,  his  name  adore  \ 
Oh,  praise  the  Lord  for  evermore  ! 

2  Above  the  earth,  beyond  the  sky. 
The  Lord  in  glory  reigns  on  high  : 
The  best  is  vile,  the  brightest  dim, 
The  loftiest  low^,  compared  with  him. 

3  Yet  suppliant  misery's  fainting  groan 
Can  reach  him  on  his  lofty  throne  ; 
And  all  the  Godhead  from  above 
Flows  down  in  melting  grace  and  love. 

4  Lord,  to  our  feeble  cry  attend  ; 

Be  still  the  contrite  sinner's  friend  ; 
Still   mark    our  wants,   and    hear  our 

plea, 
And  bear  us  on  to  heaven  and  thee. 


lOO 


L.  M. 


1  -TA  BLESSED  God,  to  thee  I  raise 
\^^    ]\Iy  voice  in  thankful  hymns  of 

praise  ; 
And  when  my  voice  shall  silent  be. 
My  silence  shall  be  praise  to  thee. 

2  For  voice  and  silence  both  impart 
The  filial  homage  of  my  heart ; 
And  both  alike  are  understood 
By  thee,  thou  Parent  of  all  good. 

3  Thy  grace  is  all  unsearchable, 
Thy  care  for  me  no  tongue  can  tell : 
Thou  lov'st  my  loudest  praise  to  hear. 
And  lov'st  to  bless  my  voiceless  prayer. 


WORSHIP. 


;i 


O'^ 


lOI 

JESUS,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace, 
Thou  Brightness  of  thy  Father's 
face. 
Thou  Fountain  of  eternal  light, 
Whose  beams   disperse  the  shades  of 
night ! 

2  Come,  holy  Sun  of  heavenly  love, 
Send  down  thy  radiance  from  above  ; 
And  to  our  inmost  hearts  convey 
The  Holy  Spirit's  cloudless  ray. 

3  Oh,  hallowed  thus  be  every  day ! 
Let  meekness  be  our  morning  ray. 
And  faithful  love  our  noon-day  light, 
And  hope  our  sunset,  calm  and  bright. 

4  O  Christ,  with  each  returning  morn. 
Thine  image  to  our  hearts  is  borne  : 
Oh,  may  we  ever  clearly  see 
Our  Saviour  and  our  God  in  thee  ! 

Chandler. 


H 


I02  c.  M. 

OW  sweet,  upon  this  sacred  day, 
The  best  of  all  the  seven, 
To  cast  our  earthly  thoughts  away, 

And  think  of  God  and  heaven  ! 
How  sweet  to  be  allowed  to  pray 

Our  sins  may  be  forgiven  ! 
With  filial  confidence  to  say, 

"  Father,  who  art  in  heaven  !  " 
How  sweet  the  words  of  peace  to  hear 

From  him  to  whom  'tis  given 
To  wake  the  penitential  tear, 

And  lead  the  way  to  heaven  I 
Then  hail,  thou  sacred,  blessed  day. 

The  best  of  all  the  seven. 
When  hearts  unite*  their  vows  to  pay 

Of  gratitude  to  heaven  !     mrs.  Foi.len. 


L.M.I  103  ^    -^ 

1  'T^HE  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light, 
X        And  my  salvation,  too  ; 

God  is  my  strength,  nor  will  I  fear 
What  all  my  foes  can  do. 

2  One  privilege  my  heart  desires, 
Oh,  grant  me  an  abode 

Among  the  churches  of  thy  saints, 
The  temples  of  my  God! 

3  There  shall  I  offer  my  requests, 
And  see  thy  beauty  still  ; 

Shall  hear  thy  messages  of  love, 
And  there  inquire  thy  will. 

4  When  troubles  rise,  and  storms  appear, 
There  may  thy  children  hide  : 

God  has  a  strong  pavilion,  where 
He  makes  my  soul  abide.         Watts. 

^04  c.  M. 

UR    Father,    God,    who    art   in 
heaven. 
All  hallowed  be  thy  name  ; 
Thy  kingdom  come ;  thy  will  be  done 
In  heaven  and  earth  the  same. 

2  Give  us  this  day  our  daily  bread ; 
And  as  we  those  forgive 

Who  sin  against  us,  so  may  we 
Forgiving  grace  receive. 

3  Into  temptation  lead  us  not; 
From  evil  set  us  free  ; 

And  thine  the  kingdom,  thine  the  power, 
And  glory,  ever  be.  j,,dson. 

^05  CM. 

i  I  IV  T  OW  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright, 
i.  ^       Once  more  to  God  we  pray 
That  he,  the  uncreated  Light, 
May  guide  our  souls  this  day. 


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WORSHIP. 


2  No  sinful  word,  nor  deed  of  wrong, 

Nor  thoughts  that  idly  rove  ; 
But  simple  truth  be  on  our  tongue, 
And  in  our  hearts  be  love. 

3  And  while  the  hours  in  order  flow, 

O  Christ,  securely  fence 
Our  gates  beleaguer'd  by  the  foe — 
The  gate  of  every  sense.         Ambrose. 

^^^  SscSc  7s.    D. 

1  T  ORD,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 
J J         thee. 

For  the  bliss  thy  love  bestows  ; 
For  the  pardoning  grace  that  saves  me, 

And  the  peace  that  from  it  flows : 
Help,  O  God,  my  weak  endeavor  ; 

This  dull  soul  to  rapture  raise  ; 
Thou  must  light  the  flame,  or  never 

Can  my  love  be  warmed  to  praise. 

2  Praise,  my  soul,  the  God  that  sought 

thee, 
Wretched  wanderer,  far  astray  ; 
Found  thee  lost  and   kindly  brought 
tliee 
From  the  paths  of  death  away  ; 
Praise,  with  love's  devoutest  feeling, 
Him  who  saw  thy  guilt-born  fear, 
And,  the  light  of  hope  revealing. 
Bade  the  blood-stained  cross  appear. 

3  Lord,  this  bosom's  ardent  feeling 

Vainly  would  my  lips  express  : 
Low  before  thy  footstool  kneeling, 
Deign     thy    suppliant's    prayer    to 
bless : 


Let  thy  grace,  my  soul's  chief  treasure, 
Love's  pure  flame  witliin  me  raise; 

And,  since  words  can  never  measure, 
Let  my  life  show  forth  thy  praise. 

Key. 

^^1        ^s&lIs.   D. 
I    TJ  EAVENLY  Shepherd,  guide  us, 
X  A  feed  us. 

Through  our  pilgrimage  below, 
And  beside  the  waters  lead  us, 
Where  thy  flock  rejoicing  go. 
Lord,  thy  guardian  presence  ever, 

Meekly  bending,  we  implore ; 
We  have  found  thee,  and  would  never, 
Never  wander  from  thee  more. 


'S 


^^"       85  &  7s.   D. 
AVIOUR !    breathe    an    evening 
blessing. 
Ere  repose  our  eyelids  seal ; 
Sin  and  want  we  come  confessing  ; 

Thou  canst  save,  and  thou  canst  heal. 
Though  destruction  walk  around  us, 

Though  the  arrows  past  us  fly. 
Angel-guards  from  thee  surround  us — 
We  are  safe  if  thou  art  nigh. 

2  Though  the  night  be  dark  and  dreary, 

Darkness  can  not  hide  from  thee  : 
Thou  art  he  who,  never  weary, 

Watcheth  where  thy  people  be. 
Should  swift  death  this  night  o'ertake  us, 

And  our  couch  become  our  tomb, 
May  the  morn  in  heaven  awake  us. 

Clad  in  bright  and  deathless  bloom. 

Edmeston. 


COD, 


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GOD. 


o 


109  L.  M. 

HOLY,  holy,  holy  Lord  ! 
Bright  in  thy  deeds  and  in  thy 
name, 
Forever  be  thy  name  adored, 

Thy  glories  let  the  world  proclaim  ! 

2  O  Jesus,  Lamb  once  crucified 

To  take  our  load  of  sins  away, 
Thine  be  the  hymn  that  rolls  its  lay 
Along  the  realms  of  upper  day  ! 

3  O  Holy  Spirit  from  above. 

In  streams  of  light  and  glory  giv'n. 
Thou  source  of  ecstasy  and  love, 
Thy  praises  ring  through  earth  and 
heav'n  ! 

4  O  God  triune,  to  thee  we  owe 

Our  e\-ery  thought,  our  every  song  ; 
And  ever  may  thy  praises  flow 

From    saint    and    seraph's    burning 
tongue  !  j.  w.  eastburne. 


I  10 


F 


L.  M. 


ATHER  of  heaven!  whose  love 
profound 
A  ransom  for  our  souls  hath  found. 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  pard'ning  love  extend. 

2  Almighty  Son  !  incarnate  Word  ! 
Our  Prophet,  Priest,  Redeemer,  Lord  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
To  us  thy  saving  grace  extend. 

3  Eternal   Spirit !  by  whose  breath 
The  soul  is  raised  from  sin  and  death, 

3 


Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend : 
To  us  thy  quick'ning  power  extend. 

4  Jehovah !  Father,  Spirit,  Son ! 

Mysterious  Godhead  !  Three  in  One  ! 
Before  thy  throne  we  sinners  bend  : 
Grace,  pardon,  life,  to  us  extend  ! 

J.  Cooper. 


Ill 


L.  M. 


1  '  I  ^HEE  we  adore,  eternal  Lord  ! 

X     We  praise  thy  name  with  one 
accord ; 
Thy  saints,  who  here  thy  goodness  see, 
Through  all  the  world  do  worship  thee. 

2  To  thee  aloud  all  angels  cry. 

And  ceaseless  raise  their  songs  on  high, 

Both  cherubim  and  seraphim. 

The  heavens  and  all  the  powers  therein. 

3  The  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng  ; 
The  prophets  swell  the  immortal  song  ; 
The  martyrs'  noble  army  raise 
Eternal  anthems  to  thy  praise. 

4  Thee,  holy,  holy,  holy  King  ; 

Thee,  O  Lord  God  of  hosts,  they  sing: 
Thus  earth  below,  and  heaven  above, 
Resound  thy  glory  and  thy  love. 


112 


COTTERILL. 


H.  M. 


I   A^ /E  give  immortal  praise 

V  V       For  God  the  Father's  love, 
For  all  our  comforts  here, 

And  better  hopes  above  : 
He  sent  his  own  eternal  Son 
To  die  for  sins  that  we  had  done. 


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COD. 


2  To  God  the  Son  belongs 

Immortal  glory  too ; 
Who  bought  us  with  his  blood 

From  everlasting  woe  : 
And  now  he  lives  and  now  he  reigns, 
And  sees  the  fruit  of  all  his  pains. 

3  To  God  the  Spirit's  name 

Immortal  worship  give, 
Whose  new-crearing  power 

Makes  the  dead  sinner  live  : 
His  work  completes  the  great  design, 
And  fills  the  soul  with  joy  divine. 

4  Almighty  God,  to  thee 

Be  endless  honors  done. 
The  undivided  Three, 

The  great  and  glorious  One  : 
Where     reason    fails,    v/ith     all     her 

powers, 
There  faith  prevails  and  love  adores. 

Vv'^ATTS. 


'T 


^3  H.  M. 

O  him  that  chose  us  first, 
Before  the  world  began  ; 
To  him  that  bore  the  curse 
To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
To  him  that  formed  our  hearts  anew, 
Is  endless  praise  and  glory  due. 

2  The  Father's  love  shall  run 

Through  our  immortal  songs  ; 
We  bring  to  God  the  Son 

Hosannas  on  our  tongues  ; 
Our  lips  address  the  Spirit's  name 
With  equal  praise  and  zea'l  the  same. 

3  Let  every  saint  above. 

And  angel  round  the  throne, 


Forever  bless  and  love 

The  sacred  Three  in  One ; 
Thus  heaven   shall    raise   his  honors 

high. 
When  earth  and   time  grow  old    and 

die.  Watts. 

^^4  6S&4S. 

COME,  thou  Almighty  King, 
Help  us  thy  name  to  sing, 
Help  us  to  praise  : 
Father,  all  glorious, 
O'er  all  victorious, 
Come,  and  reign  over  us, 
Ancient  of  Days ! 

Come,  thou  Incarnate  Word, 
Gird  on  thy  mighty  sword  ; 

Our  prayer  attend  ! 
Come,  and  thy  people  bless, 
And  give  thy  word  success  : 
Spirit  of  holiness. 

On  us  descend  ! 

Come,  Holy  Comforter, 
Thy  sacred  witness  bear, 

In  this  glad  hour! 
Thou,  who  almighty  art, 
Now  rule  in  every  heart, 
And  ne'er  from  us  depart, 

Spirit  of  power ! 

To  the  great  One  in  Three, 
The  highest  praises  be, 

Hence  evermore  ! 
His  sovereign  majesty 
May  we  in  glory  see, 
And  to  eternity 

Love  and  adore. 

C.  WEri.r,v. 


THE     TRINITY. 


115 


)S  cSc  4s. 


1  'nr^HOU,  whose  almighty  word 

X      Chaos  and  darkness  heard, 

And  took  their  flight, 

Hear  us,  we  humbly  pray, 

And  where  the  gospel  day 

Sheds  not  its  glorious  ray, 

"Let  there  be  light." 

2  Thou,  who  didst  come  to  bring, 
On  thy  redeeming  wing, 

Healing  and  sight, 
Health  to  the  sick  in  mind, 
Sight  to  the  inly  blind. 
Oh,  now  to  all  mankind 

"Let  there  be  light." 

3  Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
Life-giving,  holy  Dove, 

Speed  forth  thy  flight ; 
Move  on  the  waters'  face, 
Bearing  the  lamp  of  grace  ; 
And  in  earth's  darkest  place 


"  Let  there  be  light." 


116 


Marriott. 


6s  &  4s. 


1  T^ATHER  of  love  and  power, 

X       Guard  thou  our  evening  hour, 

Shield  with  thy  might; 
For  all  thy  care  this  day 
Our  grateful  thanks  we  pay, 
And  to  our  Father  pray, 
Bless  us  to-night. 

2  Jesus,  Immanuel, 

Come  in  thy  love  to  dwell 
In  hearts  contrite; 


For  many  sins  we  grieve. 
But  we  thy  grace  receive, 
And  in  thy  word  believe ; 

Bless  us  to-night. 
3   Spirit  of  truth  and  love, 
.   Life-giving,  Holy  Dove, 

Shed  forth  thy  light ; 
Heal  every  sinner's  smart. 
Still  every  throbbing  heart, 
And  thine  own  peace  impart ; 

Bless  us  to-night  Rawson-. 

117  L.M. 

1  13  EFORE  Jehovah's  awful  throne, 

1  9    Ye  nations,  bow  with  sacred  joy  : 
Know  that  the  Lord  is  God  alone, 
He  can  create,  and  he  destroy. 

2  His  sovereign  power,  without  our  aid. 

Made  us  of  clay,  and  formed  us  men  ; 
And  when,  like  wand'ring  sheep,  v/e 
strayed. 
He  brought  us  to  his  fold  again. 

3  We  are  his  people,  we  his  care — 

Our  souls,  and  all  our  mortal  frame  : 
What  lasting  honors  shall  we  rear, 
Almighty  Maker,  to  thy  name .' 

4  We'll  crowd  thy  gates,  with  thankful 

songs. 
High  as  the  heaven  our  \oices  raise  ; 
And    earth,    with    her    ten    thousand 

tongues, 
Shall  fill  thy  courts  with  soundmg 

praise. 

5  Wide  as  the  world  is  thy  command  ; 

Vast  as  eternity  thy  love  ; 
Firm  as  a  rock  thy  truth  shall  stand. 
When  rolling   years  shall    cease  to 
move.  Watth. 


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GOD. 


118  L.M. 

1  "^/'E  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice 

i        Before  the  Lord,  your  sovereign 
King  ; 
Serve    him    with    cheerful    heart    and 
voice  ; 
With  all  your  tongues  hisgloiy  sing. 

2  The  Lord  is  God  ;  'tis  he  alone 

Doth  life,  and  breath,  and  being  give  ; 
We  are  his  work,  and  not  our  own  ; 
The  sheep  that  on  his  pastures  live. 

3  Enter  his  gates  with  songs  of  joy. 

With  praises  to  his  courts  repair; 
And  make  it  your  divine  employ 
To    pay   your    thanks    and   honors 
there. 

4  The  Lord  is  good,  the  Lord  is  kind, 

Great  is  his  grace,  his  mercy  sure  ;  . 
And  the  whole  race  of  man  shall  find 
His  truth  from  age  to  age  endure. 

Watts. 

119  L.M. 

1  TIS  riTH  deepest  reverence  at  thy 

VV  throne, 

Jehovah,  peerless  and  unknown  ! 
Our  feeble  spirits  strive,  in  vain, 
A  glimpse  of  thee,  great  God  !  to  gain. 

2  Who,  by  the  closest  search,  can  find 
The  eternal,  uncreated  mind  1 

Nor  men,  nor  angels  can  explore 
Thy  heights   of  love,    thy   depths   of 
power. 

3  That  power  we  trace  on  every  side  ; 
Oh  !  may  thy  wisdom  be  our  guide  ! 
And  while  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 
May  thine  almighty  love  be  nigh. 


120  L.M. 

1  AWAKE,    my    tongue,    thy   tribute 
±\.  bring 

To  him  who  gave  thee  power  to  sing: 
Praise  him  who  is  all  praise  above, 
The  source  of  wisdom  and  of  love. 

2  How  vast   his   knowledge !    how  pro- 

found ! 
A  depth  where   all    our  thoughts  are 

drowned ! 
The  stars  he  numbers,  and  their  names 
He  gives  to  all  those  heavenly  flames. 

3  Through  each  bright  world  above,  be- 

hold 
Ten  thousand    thousand   charms    un- 
fold; 
Earth,  air,  and  mighty  seas  combine 
To  speak  his  wisdom  all  divine. 

4  But  in  redemption,  oh,  what  grace  ! 
Its    wonders,    oh,    what    thought    can 

trace ! 
Here  wisdom  shines  forever  bright ; 
Praise  him,  my  soul,  with  sweet  delight. 


121 


Needham. 


L.  M. 


1  13  E  thou  exalted,  O  my  God, 

JLJ     Above     the     heavens,     where 

angels  dwell ; 
Thy  power  on  earth  be  known  abroad, 
And  land  to  land  thy  wonders  tell. 

2  My  heart  is  fixed  ;  my  song  shall  raise 

Immortal  honors  to  his  name ; 
Awake,    my    tongue,    to    sound    his 
praise, 
His  wondrous  goodness  to  proclaim. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


High  o'er  the  earth  his  mercy  reigns, 
And  reaches  to  the  utmost  sky  ; 

His  truth  to  endless  years  remains, 
When  lower  worlds  dissolve  and  die. 

WATTi. 

^22  L.  M. 

THE  spacious  firmament  on  high, 
With  all  the  blue  ethereal  sky, 
And     spangled    heavens,    a    shining 

frame. 
Their  great  Original  proclaim. 
The  unwearied  sun,  fi-om  day  to  day, 
Does  his  Creator's  power  display, 
And  publishes  to  every  land 
The  work  of  an  Almighty  hand. 
Soon  as  the  evening  shades  prevail. 
The  moon  takes  up  the  wondrous  tale, 
And  nightly  to  the  listening  earth. 
Repeats  the  story  of  her  birth  ; 
While  all  the  stars  that  round  her  burn, 
And  all  the  planets  in  their  turn, 
Confirm  the  tidings  as  they  roll, 
And  spread  the  truth  from  pole  to  pole. 
What  though  in  solemn  silence,  all 
Move  round  this  dark  terrestrial  ball ; 
What  though  no  real  voice  nor  sound 
Amid  their  radiant  orbs  be  found ; 
In  reason's  ear  they  all  rejoice. 
And  utter  forth  a  glorious  voice  ; 
For  ever  singing,  as  they  shine — 
"  The  hand  that  made  us  is  divine." 

Addison. 

^H,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  ; 
Whose  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past, 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 


o 


Who  can  his  mighty  deeds  express, 
Not  only  vast — but  numberless  'i 
What  mortal  eloquence  can  raise 
His  tribute  of  immortal  praise. 

Extend  to  me  that  favor.  Lord, 
Thou  to  thy  chosen  dost  afford  ; 
When    thou     return'st    to    set    them 

free. 
Let  thy  salvation  visit  me. 

Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above, 
The  fountain  of  eternal  love  : 
His  mercy  firm,  through  ages  past. 
Hath  stood,  and  shall  forever  last. 

Tate  &  Bkady. 

COME,  O  my  soul !  in  sacred  lays 
Attempt    thy    great    Creator's 
praise  : 
But,  oh !  what  tongue  can    speak  his 

fame  .'' 
What    mortal    verse    can    reach    the 
theme  ? 

Enthroned  amid  the  radiant  spheres, 
He  glory  like  a  garment  wears  ; 
To  form  a  robe  of  light  divine. 
Ten  thousand  suns  around  him  shine. 

In  all  our  Maker's  grand  designs. 
Almighty  power  with  wisdom  shines  ; 
His  works,  through  all  this  wondrous 

frame. 
Declare  the  glory  of  his  name. 

Raised  on  devotion's  lofty  wing, 
Do  thou,  my  soul,  his  glories  sing  ; 
And  let  his  praise  employ  thy  tongue. 
Till    list'ning   worlds    shall    join   the 

song !  Blacklock. 


as 


GOD. 


K' 


^25  L.  M. 

INGDOMS  and  thrones  to  God 
belong  ; 

Oown  him,  ye  nations,  in  your  song ; 
His  wondrous   names  and  pow'rs  re- 
hearse ; 
His  honors  shall  enrich  your  verse. 

He    shakes    the    heav'ns    with    loud 

alarms  ; 
How  terrible  is  God  in  arms ! 
In  Israel  are  his  mercies  known  ; 
Israel  is  his  peculiar  throne. 

Proclaim    him    King,    pronounce  him 

blest ; 
He's    your    defence,    your    joy,    your 

rest; 
When  terrors  rise,  and  nations  faint, 
God  is  the  strength  of  every  saint. 

Watts. 

126  L.M. 

PRAISE  the  Lord  in  that  blest 
place 

I'"rom  whence  his  goodness  largely 
flows  ; 
Praise  him  in  heav'n,  where  he  his  face 
Unveiled  in  perfect  glory  shows. 

2  Praise  him  for  all  the  mighty  acts 

Which  he  in  our  behalf  hath  done  ; 
His  kindness  this  return  exacts. 

With  which  our  praise  should  equal 
run. 

3  Let  all,  who  vital  breath  enjoy, 

The  breath  he  doth  to  them  afford 
In  just  returns  of  praise  employ  : 
Let  every  creature  praise  the  Lord. 

Tate  &  Brady. 


^'^1  L.M. 

OH,  come,    loud   anthems  let  us 
sing, 
Loud  thanks  to  our  Almighty  King; 
For  we  our  voices  high  should  raise. 
When  our  salvation's  Rock  we  praise. 

The  depths  of  earth  are  in  his  hand, 
Her  secret  wealth  at  his  command ; 
The  strength  of  hills  that  threat  the 

skies. 
Subjected  to  his  empire  lies. 

The  rolling  ocean's  vast  abyss 
By  the  same  sovereign  right  is  his  ; 
'Tis  moved  by  his  almighty  hand, 
That  formed  and  fixed  the  solid  land. 

Oh,  let  us  to  his  courts  repair, 
And  bow  with  adoration  there  : 
Down  on  our  knees  devoutly  all 
Before  the  Lord  our  Maker  fall. 

Tate  &  Eradv. 

128  L.M. 

PRAISE,    everlasting    praise,    be 
paid 
To  him  who  earth's  foundation  laid  ; 
Praise  to  the  God  whose  strong  decrees 
Sway  the  creation  as  he  please. 

Firm  are  the  words  his  prophets  give. 
Sweet  words    on    which   his    children 

live ; 
Each  of  them  is  the  voice  of  pod, 
Who    spoke    and    spread    fhe    skies 

abroad. 

Oh,  for  a  strong,  a  lasting  faith, 
To  credit  what  th'  Almighty  saith  ; 
T'  embrace  the  message  of  his  Son, 
And  call  the  joys  of  heaven  our  own. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


39 


4  Then,    should  the  earth's    old  pillars 

shake, 

And  all  the  wheels  of  nature  break, 

Our  steady  souls  shall  fear  no  more 

Than  solid  rocks  when  billows  roar. 


129  L.i^. 

OUD  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord, 

From     distant    worlds    where 
creatures  dwell  ! 
Let  heaven  begin  the  solemn  word, 
And  sound  it  dreadful  down  to  hell. 


'E 


2  Mortals,  can  you  refrain  your  tongue 

When  nature  all  around  you  sings  .-' 
Oh  for  a  shout  from  old  and  young, 
From  humble  swains  and  lofty  kings  ! 

3  Wide  as  his  vast  dominion  lies. 

Make  the  Creator's  name  be  known  ; 
Loud  as  his  thunder  shout  his  praise, 
And  sound  it  lofty  as  his  throne. 

4  Jehovah  !   'tis  a  glorious  word  ! 

Oh!  may  it  dwell  on  every  tongue  ; 
But  saints  who  best  have  known  the 
Lord, 
Are  bound  to  raise  the  noblest  song. 

5  Speak  of  the  wonders  of  that  love 

Which  Gabriel  plays  on  every  chord  : 
From  all  below,  and  all  above. 
Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord. 


130 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


I    T3  LESS,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God  ; 
J3   Call    home    thy    thoughts    that 

rove  abroad  : 
Let  all  the  pow'rs  within  me  join 
In  works  and  worship  so  divine. 


2  Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  God  of  grace; 
His  favors  claim  thy  highest  praise  : 
Why   should    the    wonders   he    hath 

wrought 
Be  lost  in  silence  and  forgot  ? 

3  'Tis  he,  my  soul,  that  sent  his  Son 

To    die    for    crimes    which   thou  hast 

done , 
He  owns  the  ransom,  and  forgives 
The  hourly  follies  of  our  lives. 

4  Let  every  land  his  power  confess  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  adore  his  grace  : 

My  heart  and  tongue  with  rapture  join, 
Li  work  and  worship  so  divine. 


131 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


1  TET  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice, 

\ y     Though  tyrants  rage,  and  king- 
doms rise, 
He  utters  his  almighty  voice — 
The  nations  melt — the  tumult  dies. 

2  From  sea  to  sea,  through  all  the  shores, 

He  makes  the  noise  of  battle  cease  ; 
When  from  on  high  his  thunder  roars, 
He    awes    the    trembling   world    to 
peace. 

3  "  Be  still—  and  learn  that  I  am  God  ; 

I'll  be  exalted  o'er  the  lands  ; 
I  will  be  known  and  feared  abroad. 
But  still  my  throne  in  Zion  stands." 

4  O  Lord  of  hosts,  Almighty  King  ! 

While   we    so    near    thy   presence 
dwell, 
Our  faith  shall  sit  secure,  and  sing 
Defiance  to  the  gates  of  hell. 

Watts. 


40 


GOD. 


T 


132  L..M. 

HERE    is   a   God ! — all    nature 
speaks, 

Through   earth, '  and  air,   and  seas, 
and  skies  ; 
See  !  from  the  clouds  his  glory  breaks, 
When  the  first  beams  of  inorning  rise. 

2  The  rising  sun,  serenely  bright. 

O'er  the  wide  world's  extended  frame. 
Inscribes,  in  characters  of  light. 

His  mighty  Maker's  glorious  name. 

3  Ye  curious  minds,  who  roam  abroad, 

And  trace  creation's  wonders  o'er, 
Confess  the  footsteps  of  your  God, 
And  bow  before  him,  and  adore. 

Steele. 


E 


^Z7)  L.  M. 

God  is  here — let  us  adore. 
And  own  how  dreadful  is  this 
place  ; 
Let  all  within  us  feel  his  power, 
And  silent  bow  before  his  face. 

2  Lo,  God  is  here  ! — him  day  and  night 

United  choirs  of  angels  sing ; 
To  him,  enthroned  above  all  height. 
Let  saints  their  humble  worship  bring. 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  oh,  may  our  praise 

Thy  courts  with  grateful  incense  fill  ; 
Still  may  we  stand  before  thy  face. 
Still  hear  and  do  thy  sovereign  will. 

J.  Vv'eslev. 

134  L.M. 

I    A  LMIGHTY  God,  we  praise  and  own 
ir\.   Thee  our  Creator,  King  alone ; 
All  things  were  made  to  honor  thee, 
O  Father  of  eternity. 


2  To  thee  all  angels  loudly  cry ; 

The  heavens  and  all  the   powers   on 

high, 
Cherubs  and  seraphim,  proclaim. 
And  cry.  Thrice  holy  to  thy  name  ! 

3  Lord  God  of  hosts,  thy  presence  bright. 
Fills  heaven  and  earth  with  beauteous 

light ; 
The  apostles'  happy  company, 
And  ancient  prophets,  all  praise  thee. 

4  The  crowned  martyrs'  noble  host, 
The  holy  church  in  every  coast, 
Their  Maker  for  their  Father  own. 
Now  reconciled  in  Christ  his  Son. 


Y 


^35  L.  M. 

ES,  God  is  good ;  in  earth  and 
sky, 

From    ocean-depths    and  spreading 
wood. 
Ten  thousand  voices  seem  to  cry, 
"  God  made  us  all,  and  God  is  good." 

2  The  sun  that  keeps  his  trackless  way. 

And    downward    pours    his    golden 
flood. 
Night's  sparkling  hosts,  all  seem  to  say. 
In  accents  clear,  that  God  is  good. 

3  The  merry  birds  prolong  the  strain, 

Their  song   with   every  spring   re- 
newed ; 
And  balmy  air,  and  falling  rain. 

Each  softly  whisper,  "  God  is  good." 

4  I  hear  it  in  the  rushing  breeze ; 

The  hills  that  have  for  ages  stood, 
The  echoing  sky  and  roaring  seas, 
All  swell  the  chorus,  "  God  is  good." 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


41 


5  Yes,  God  is  good,  all  Nature  says, 

By   God's  own    hand    with   speech 

endued  ; 
And  man,  in  louder  notes  of  praise, 
Should    sing    for  joy   that    God   is 

good. 

6  For  all  thy  gifts  we  bless  thee,  Lord  ; 

But  chieiiy  for  our  heavenly  food, 
Thy  pard'ning   grace,    thy  quick'ning 
W'Ord  ; 
These  prompt  our  song,  that  God  is 

good,  John  II.  Gurxey. 


■p 


136  L.M. 

RAISE   ye  the  Lord;   my  heart 
shall  join 
In  work  so  pleasant,  so  divine ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While    life,    and   thought,    and    being 

last. 

2  Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  :  he  made  the  sky, 
And  earth,  and    seas,    with   all   their 

train  ; 
And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 

3  His  truth  forever  stands  secure  ; 

He  saves  th'  oppress'd,  he  feeds  the 

poor ; 
He  helps  the  stranger  in  distress. 
The  widow  and  the  fatherless. 

4  He  loves  the  saints  ;  he  knows  them 

well, 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell : 
Thy  God,  O  Zion,  ever  reigns  ; 
Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

AVatts. 


"^"hl  L.M. 

1  T  T  P  to  the  fields  where  angels  lie, 

\J       And  living  waters  gently  roll, 
Fain  would  my  thoughts  leap  out  and 

But  sin  hangs  heavy  on  my  soul. 

2  O  might  I  once  mount  up  and  see 

The  glories  of  th'  eternal  skies. 
What  little  things  these  worlds  would 
be! 
How  despicable  to  my  eyes  ! 

3  Had  I  a  glance  of  thee,  my  God, 

Kingdoms  and  men   would    vanish 
soon. 
Vanish  as  though  I  saw  them  not. 
As  a  dim  taper  dies  at  noon. 

4  Then  they  might  fight,  and  rage,  and 

rave, 
I  should  perceive  the  noise  no  more 
Than  we  can  hear  a  shaking  leaf 
When   rattling    thunders    round    us 
roar. 

5  Great  All  in  All,  Eternal  King, 

Let  me  but  view  thy  lovely  face, 
And  all  my  powers  shall  bow  and  sing 
Thine    endless    grandeur   and   thy 

grace.  Watts. 

^3^  L.  M. 

1  T  ORD,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen 
J y         me  through  : 

Thine  eye  commands  with  piercing  view 

My  rising  and  my  resting  hours. 

My  heart  and  flesh  with  all  their  pow'rs. 

2  My  thoughts,  before  thev  are  my  own, 
Are  to  my  God  distinctly  known ; 


42 


GOD. 


He  knows  the  words  I  mean  to  speak, 
Ere  from  my  opening  lips  they  break. 

3  Within  thy  circling  power  I  stand  ; 
On  every  side  I  find  thy  hand : 
Awake,  asleep,  at  home,  abroad, 

I  am  surrounded  still  with  God. 

4  Amazing  knowledge,  vast  and  great ! 
What  large  extent !  what  lofty  height ! 
My  soul,  with  all  the  powers  I  boast, 
Is  in  the  boundless  prospect  lost. 

5  Oh  !  may  these  thoughts  possess  my 

breast. 
Where'er  I  rove,  where'er  I  rest, 
Nor  let  ray  weaker  passions  dare 
Consent  to  sin,  for  God  is  there. 

Watts. 

239  L.M. 

I    /'"^  IVE    thanks  to    God,  he  reigns 
V-J  above ; 

Kind  are  his  thoughts,  his  name  is  love  ; 
His  mercy  ages  past  have  known, 
And  ages  long  to  come  shall  own. 

^2  Let  the  redeemed  of  the  Lord 
The  wonders  of  his  grace  record  ; 
Israel,  the  nation  whom  he  chose, 
And  rescued  from  their  mighty  foes. 

3  He  feeds  and  clothes  us  all  the  way, 
He  guides  our  footsteps,  lest  we  stray; 
He  guards  us  with  a  powerful  hand, 
And  brings  us  to  the  heavenly  land. 

4  O  let  us,  then,  with  joy  record 

The  truth  and  goodness  of  the  Lord  ; 
How  great  his  works — how  kind  his 

ways  ! 
Let  every  tongue  pronounce  his  praise. 

Vv'atts. 


HO  L.  M. 

MY  God,  my  King,  thy  various 
praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days ; 
Thy  grace  employ  my  humble  tongue, 
Till  death  and  glory  raise  the  song. 

The  wings  of  every  hour  shall  bear 
Some  thankful  tribute  to  thine  ear  ; 
And  every  setting  sun  shall  see 
New  works  of  duty  done  for  thee. 

Let  distant  times  and  nations  raise 
The  long  succession  of  thy  praise  ; 
And  unborn  ages  make  my  song 
The  joy  and  triumph  of  their  tongue. 

But  who  can  sj^eak  thy  wondrous 
deeds  ? 

Thy  greatness  all  our  thoughts  ex- 
ceeds : 

Vast  and  unsearchable  thy  ways  ! 

Vast  and  immortal  be  thy  praise  I 


Vv'atts. 


I4-I 


i-^  L.  M. 

THE   Lord  is  King!    lift  up  thy 
voice, 
O  earth,  and  all  ye  heavens,  rejoice  ! 
From   world    to   world   the   joy  shall 

ring: 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King ! 

The  Lord  is  King  1  who  then  shall  dare 
Resist  his  will,  distrust  his  care  ? 
lioly  and  true  are  all  his  ways  : 
Let  every  creature  speak  his  praise. 

The  Lord  is  King!  exalt  your  strains, 
Ye   saints ;    your   God,    your    Father 
reigns  ; 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


43 


One  Lord,  one  empire,  all  secures : 
He  reigns — and    life    and   death   are 
yours. 

4  Oh,  when  his  wisdom  can  mistake, 
His  might  decay,  his  love  forsake, 
Then  may  his  children  cease  to  sing — 
The  Lord  omnipotent  is  King ! 


142 


CONDER. 


L.  M. 


1  "^T  riTH    all  my  powers  of  heart 

V  V  and  tongue, 

I'll  praise  my  Maker  in  my  song  ; 
Angels  shall  hear  the  notes  I  raise. 
Approve     the     song,    and    join     the 
praise. 

2  To  God  I  cried  when  troubles  rose ; 
He  heard  me,  and  subdued  my  foes  : 
He  did  my  rising  fears  control, 

And  strength  diffused  through  all  my 
soul. 

3  Amid  a  thousand  snares,  I  stand 
Upheld  and  guarded  by  thy  hand ; 
Thy  words  my  fainting  soul  revive. 
And  keep  my  dying  faith  alive. 

Watts. 

143  L.M. 

1  r~^  REAT     is     the    Lord !      What 
V_T         tongue  can  frame. 

An  honor  equal  to  his  name  ? 
How  awful  are  his  glorious  ways  ! 
The  Lord  is  dreadful  in  his  praise  ! 

2  Thy  glor}^,  fearless  of  decline, 
Thy  glory,  Lord,  shall  ever  shine  ; 
Thy  praise  shall  still  our  breath  cm- 
ploy 

Till  we  shall  rise  to  endless  joy. 


144  L.  M. 

COME,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 
A  sacred  song  of  solemn  praise  : 
God  is  a  sovereign  King :  rehearse 
His  honor  in  exalted  verse. 

Come,  let  our  souls  address  the  Lord, 
Who  framed  our  natures  by  his  word : 
He  is  our  Shepherd  :  we,  the  sheep,- 
His  mercy  chose,  his  pastures  keep. 

Come,  let  us  hear  his  voice  to-day, 
The  counsels  of  his  love  obey ; 
Nor  let  our  hardened  hearts  renew 
The  sins  and  plagues  that  Israel  knew. 

Come,  let  us  turn,  with  holy  fear. 
To  him  who  now  invites  us  near; 
Accept  the  offered  grace  to-day. 
Nor  lose  the  blessing  by  delay. 

Come,  seize  the  promise  while  it  waits, 
And  march  to  Zion's  heavenly  gates  ; 
Believe,  and  take  the  promised  rest ; 
Obey,  and  be  forever  blest. 

Watts. 

145  L.  M.' 

SING  to   the    Lord  that  built  the 
skies. 
The  Lord  that_  reared  this  stately 
frame  ; 
Let  all  the  nations  sound  his  praise. 

And  lands  unknown  repeat  his  name. 
He  formed  the  seas,  and  formed  the 
hills, 
Made  every  drop  and  every  dust, 
Nature  and  tin>e,  with  all  their  wheels, 
And  pushed  them  into  motion  first. 
Now,  from  his  high,  imperial  throne, 
He  looks  far  down  upon  the  spheres  ; 


u 


GOD. 


He  bids  the  shining  orbs  roll  on, 
And    lound    he    turns    the    hasty 
years. 

4  Thus  shall  this  moving  engine  last, 

Till  all  his  saints  are  gathered  in  ; 
Then  for  the  trumpet's  dreadful  blast 
To  shake  it  all  to  dust  again  ! 

5  Yet,  when    the    sound    shall  tear  the 

skies, 
And  lightning  burn  the  globe  below. 
Saints,  you  may  lift  your  joyful  eyes, 
There's  a  new  heaven  and  earth  for 

vou. 


146 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


1  *"  I  ^HY   works    proclaim    thy   glory, 

X  Lord : 

The  blooming  fields,  the  singing  bird, 
The  tempests  and  the  sunny  hour. 
Show    forth    thy    goodness    and    thy 
power. 

2  And  when  the  setting  sun  declines, 
I  view  thee  in  its  brilliant  lines  : 
Those  tints  so  beautiful  and  bright 
Teach  me  the  Author  of  all  light. 

3  Great  God,  how  should  our  worship 

rise 
To  thee,   v/ho  formed  the   earth  and 

skies ! 
The  things  that  creep  and  things  that 

fly 
Are  viewed  by  thine  all-seeing  eye. 

4  Then  will  I  still  adore  thy  name, 
Thou  who  forever  art  the  same  ; 
But  yet  thy  grace  and  mercy,  Lord, 
Shine  brightest  in  thy  holy  word. 


147  L.  M. 

1  /^~^  OD  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints, 
V_T     When    storms    of    sharp    dis- 
tress invade  ; 

Ere  we  can  offer  our  complaints, 
Behold  him  present  with  his  aid. 

2  Let    mountains    from    their   seats   be 

hurl'd 
Down  to  the  deep  and  buried  there, 
Convulsions  shake  the  solid  world — 
Our  faith  shall  never  yield  to  fear. 

3  Loud  may  the  troubled  ocean  roar ; 

In  sacred  peace  our  souls  abide ; 
While  every  nation,  every  shore, 
Trembles  and   dreads  the  swelling 
tide. 

4  There  is  a  stream  whose  gentle  flow 

Supplies  the  city  of  our  God, 
Life,  love,  and  joy,  still  gliding  through, 
And  watering  our  divine  abode. 

5  That  sacred  stream,  thine  holy  word, 

Our  grief  allays,  our  fear  controls ; 
Sweet  peace  thy  promises  afford, 
And  give  new  strength  to  fainting 
souls. 

6  Zion  enjoys  her  Monarch's  love. 

Secure  against  a  threatening  hour ; 
Nor  can  her  firm  foundation  move, 
Built  on  his  truth,  and  armed  with 

power.  .  Watts. 


'M 


148 


L.  M. 
Y  God,  I  love  and  I  adore  ; 
But  souls  that  love  would  know 
thee  more  : 
Wilt  thou  forever  hide,  and  stand 
Behind  the  labors  of  thy  hand  } 


PRAISE     TO     COD. 


45 


2  Thy   hand,  great    God,    sustains   the 

poles 
On  which  this  huge  creation  rolls ; 
The  starry  arch  proclaims  thy  power  ; 
Thy  pencil  glows  in  every  flower. 

3  Across  the  waves,  around  the  sk}-. 
There's  not  a  spot,  or  deep  or  high, 
Where  the  Creator  has  not  trod, 
And  left  the  footsteps  of  a  God. 

4  Fain  would  I  trace  the  immortal  way 
That  leads  to  courts  of  endless  day, 
Where  the  Creator  stands  confessed, 
In  his  own  fairest  jrlories  dressed. 


I  npi 


149  L.M. 

'HERE'S  nothing  bright,  above, 
below. 
From  flowers  that  bloom  to  stars  that 

glow, 
But  in  its  light  my  soul  can  see 
Some  features  of  the  Deity. 

2  There's  nothing  dark,  below,  above, 
But  in  its  gloom  I  trace  thy  love, 
And  meekly  wait  the  moment  when 
Thy  touch  shall  make  all  bright  again. 

3  The  light,  the  dark,  where'er  I  look, 
Shall  be  one  pure  and  shining  book, 
Where  I  may  read,  in  words  of  flame. 
The  glories  of  thy  wondrous  name. 

Moore. 

150  L.M. 

I    /^"^  REAT  God,  indulge  my  humble 
V_T  claim  ; 

Thou  art  my  hope,  my  joy,  my  rest; 
The  glories  that  compose  thy  name 
Stand  all  engaged  to  make  me  blest. 


Thou  great  and  good,  thou  just  and 
wise. 
Thou  art  my  Father  and  my  God  ; 
And  I  am  thine,  by  sacred  lies, 

Thy  son,  thy  servant,   bought  with 
blood. 

With  early  feet  I  love  t'  appear 

Among    thy    saints,    and    seek    thy 
face ; 
Oft  have  I  seen  thy  glory  there, 

And    felt    the    power    of  sovereign 
grace. 

I'll  lift  my  hands,  I'll  raise  my  voice, 
While   I    ha\'e    breath    to    pray    or 
praise  ; 

This  work  shall  make  my  heart  rejoice. 
And  bless  the  remnant  of  my  days. 

Watts. 

151  L.M. 

THOU,    Lord,    who    rear'st    the 
mountain's  height, 
And  mak'st    the    cliffs  with  sunshine 

bright. 
Oh,  grant  that  we  may  own  thy  hand 
No  less  in  every  grain  of  sand  ! 

With  forests  huge,  of  dateless  time, 
Thy   will    has    hung    each   peak  sub- 
lime ; 
But  withered  leaves  beneath  the  tree 
Have  tongues  that  tell  as  loud  of  thee. 

Teach  us  that  not  a  leaf  can  grow 
Till  life  from  thee  within  it  flow  ; 
That  not  a  grain  of  dust  can  be, 
O  Fount  of  being,  save  by  thee  ! 

Sterling. 


4G 


GOD. 


G 


^5^  L.  M. 

RE  AT  Former   of  this   various 
frame, 

Our  souls  adore  thine  awful  name, 
And   bow   and   tremble,    while    they 

praise 
The  Ancient  of  eternal  days. 

2  Our  days  a  transient  period  run 
And  change  with  every  circling  sun  ; 
And,  in  the  firmest  state  we  boast. 
Before  the  moth  we  sink  to  dust. 

3  But  let  the  creatures  fall  around  ; 
Let  death  consign  us  to  the  ground  ; 
Let  the  last  general  flame  arise, 
And  melt  the  arches  of  the  skies  ; — 

4  Calm  as  the  summer's  ocean,  we 
Can  all  the  wreck  of  nature  see, 
While  grace  secures  us  an  abode 
Unshaken  as  the  throne  of  God. 

Doddridge. 

153  L.  M. 

1  \T  7 AIT,  O  my  soul!  thy  Maker's 

W  will; 

Tumultuous  passions,  all  be  still ! 
Nor  let  a  murmuring  thought  arise  ; 
His  ways  are  just,  his  counsels  wise. 

2  He  in  the  thickest  darkness  dwells. 
Performs  his  work,  the  cause  conceals  ; 
But,  though  his  methods  are  unknown, 
Judgment  and  truth  support  his  throne. 

3  In  heaven,  and  earth,  and  air,  and  seas, 
He  executes  his  firm  decrees  ; 

And  by  his  saints  it  stands  confessed. 
That  what  he  does  is  ever  best. 

Beddome. 


154  L.  M. 

LORD,  from  thy  unexhausted  store, 
^     Thy    rain  relieves    the    thirsty 
ground. 
Makes  lands  that  barren  were  before. 
With  corn  and  useful  fruits  abound. 

On  rising  ridges  down  it  pours. 
And  every  furrowed  valley  fills : 

Thou   mak'st  them    soft   with    gentle 
showers, 
In  which  a  blest  increase  dis'Lils. 

Thy  goodness  does  the  circling  year 
With  fresh  returns  of  plenty  crown  ; 

And  where  thy  glorious  paths  appear, 
The    fruitful     clouds    drop    fatness 
down. 

They  drop  on  barren  deserts,  changed 
By  them  to  pastures  fresh  and  green  : 

The  hills  about,  in  order  ranged, 
In  beauteous  robes  of  joy  arc  seen. 

Large  flocks  with  fleecy  wool  adorn 
The    cheerful    downs  ;    the    valleys 
bring 

A  plenteous  crop  of  full-eared  corn, 
And  seem,  for  joy,  to  shout  and  sing. 

^55  L.  M. 

PRAISE,  Lord,    for  thee  in    Zion 
waits  ; 
Prayer  shall  besiege  thy  temple  gates  \ 
All  flesh  shall  to  thy  throne  repair. 
And    find    through     Christ    salvation 
there. 

How  blest  thy  saints  !  how  safely  led  ! 
How  surely  kept !  how  richly  fed  ! 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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Saviour  of  all  in  earth  and  sea, 
■    How  happy  they  who  rest  in  thee. 

3  The  year  is  with  thy  goodness  crowned ; 
.  Thy   clouds    drop    wealth    the    world 

around ; 
Through  thee    the  deserts  laugh  and 

sing, 
And  nature  smiles  and  owns  her  King. 

4  Lord,  on  our  souls  thy  Spirit  pour ; 
The  moral  waste  within  restore ; 
Oh,  let  thy  love  our  spring-tide  be. 
And  make  us  all  bear  fruit  to  thee  ! 

156  L.  M. 

1  T  UST  are    thy  ways,  and   true  thy 
J  word, 

Great  Rock  of  my  secure  abode  ; 
Who  is  a  God,  beside  the  Lord  .'' 
Or  where 's  a  refuge  like  our  God  .' 

2  'Tis  he  that  girds  me  with  his  might, 

Gives  me  his  holy  sword  to  wield  ; 
And  while  with  sin  and  hell  I  fight, 
Spreads  his  salvation  for  my  shield. 

3  He  lives,  and  blessed  be  my  Rock  ; 

The  God  of  my  salvation  lives  ; 
The  dark  designs  of  hell  he  broke:        i  i 
Sweet  is  the  peace  my  Father  gives.  ' 


157  L.M 

WITH  glory  clad,  with  strength 
arrayed, 
The  Lord,  that  o'er  all  nature  reigns, 
The  world's  foundation  strongly  laid, 
And  the  vast  fobric  still  sustains. 

How  sure  established  is  thy  throne  ! 
Which  shall  no  change  or  period  see  ; 


For  thou,  O  Lord,  and  thou  alone. 
Art  God  from  all  eternity. 

The  floods,  O  Lord,  lift  up  their  voice, 
And    toss   the    troubled   waves   on 
high ; 

But  God  above  can  still  their  noise, 
And  make  the  angry  sea  comply. 

158  L.M. 
HAT  finite  power,  with  cease- 
less toil, 

Can  fathom  the  eternal  mind .-" 
Or  who  the  Almighty  Three  in  One, 
By  searching  to  perfection  find  .-• 

Angels  and  men  in  vain  may  raise, 
Harmonious,  their  adoring  songs  ; 

The  laboring  thought  sinks  down  op- 
pressed. 
And  praises  die  upon  their  tongues. 

Yet  would  I  lift  my  trembling  voice, 
A  portion  of  his  ways  to  sing ; 

And  mingling  with  his  meanest  works, 
My  humble,  grateful  tribute  bring. 

E.  Scott. 

159  L.M. 

OTHOU,    by    long    experience 
tried, 
Near  whom  no  grief  can  long  abide ; 
My  Lord,  how  full  of  sweet  content 
My  years  of  pilgrimage  are  spent. 

All  scenes  alike  engaging  prove. 
To  souls  impressed  with  sacred  love  ; 
Where'er  they  dwell,  they  dwell  in  thee, 
In  heaven,  in  earth,  or  on  the  sea. 

To  them  remains  nor  place  nor  time ; 
Their  country  is  in  every  clime  ; 


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GOD. 


They  can  be  calm  and  free  from  care 
On  any  shore,  since  God  is  there. 

4  While  place  we  seek  or  place  we  shun, 
The  soul  finds  happiness  m  none ; 
But  with  our  God  to  guide  our  way, 
Tis  equal  joy  to  go  or  stay. 

5  Could  I  be  cast  where  thou  art  not, 
That  were  indeed  a  dreadful  lot ; 
But  regions  none  remote  I  call, 
Secure  of  finding  God  in  all. 

GUION. 

1  I^T  O     change    of   time    shall    ever 
1  >  shock 

My  firm  affection,  Lord,  to  thee ; 
For  thou  hast  always  been  my  Rock, 
A  Fortress  and  Defence  to  me. 

2  Thou  my  Deliverer  art,  O  God  ; 

My  trust  is  in  thy  mighty  power. 
Thou  art  my  Shield  from  foes  abroad, 
At   home   my    Safeguard    and    my 
Tower. 

3  To  thee  will  I  address  my  prayer, 

To  whom  all  praise  we  justly  owe  ; 
So  shall  I,  by  thy  watchful  care. 
Be  guarded  safe  from  every  foe. 

Tate  &  Brady. 

l6l  L.   M. 

1  'TpHROUGH   every    age,    eternal 

1  God, 

Thou  art  our  rest,  our  safe  abode  : 
High  was  thy  throne  ere  heaven  was 

made, 
Or  earth,  thy  humble  footstool,  laid. 

2  Long  hadst  thou  reign'd  ere  time  began, 
Or  dust  was  fashioned  into  man  ; 


And  long  thy  kingdom  shall  endure, 
When  earth  and  time  shall  be  no  more. 

3  But  man,  weak  man,  is  born  to  die, 
Made  up  of  guilt  and  vanity; 

Thy  dreadful  sentence,  Lord,  was  just: 
"  Return,  ye  sinners,  to  your  dust." 

4  Death,  like  an  overflowing  stream, 
Sweeps  us  away  ;  our  life's  a  dream — 
An  empty  tale — a  morning  flower, 
Cut  down  and  withered  in  an  hour. 

5  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  how  frail  is  man  ; 
And  kindly  lengthen  out  our  span. 
Till  a  wise  care  of  piety 

Fit  us  to  die  and  dwell  with  thee. 


162 


L,  M. 

1  t~^  OD    of  my  life,   through  all  my 
VJT  days 

My  grateful    powers    shall   sound  thy 

praise  ; 
The  song  shall  wake  with  opening  light. 
And  warble  to  the  silent  night. 

2  When  anxious  care  would  break  my  rest, 
And   grief  would  tear  my  throbbing 

breast, 
Thy  tuneful  praises,  raised  on  high. 
Shall  check  the  murmur  and  the  sigh. 

3  When  death  o'er  nature  shall  prevail. 
And  all  my  powers  of  language  fail, 
Joy  through  my  swimming  eyes  shall 

break. 
And  mean  the  thanks  I  cannot  speak. 

4  But,  oh,  when  that  last  conflict's  o'er, 
And  I  am  chained  to  flesh  no  more, 
With  what  glad  accents  shall  I  rise 
To  join  the  music  of  the  skies ! 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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5   Soon  shall  I  learn  the  exalted  strains 
Which  echo  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 
And  emulate,  with  joy  unknown, 
The  glowing  seraphs  round  the  throne. 


Doddridge. 


i6 


6  L.  M. 

EHOVAH    reigns,    his    throne   is 

high, 
His  robes  are  light  and  majesty ; 
His  glory  shines  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  can  sustain  the  sight. 


■J 


2  His  terrors  keep  the  world  in  awe, 
His  justice  guards  his  holy  law, 
His  love  reveals  a  smiling  face, 

His  truth  and  promise  seal  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  works  what    wisdom 

shines ! 
He  baffles  Satan's  deep  designs ; 
His  power  is  sovereign  to  fulfill 
The  noblest  counsels  of  his  will. 

4  Thus  glorious,  Vv'ill  he  condescend 
To  be  my  Father  and  my  Friend  .-* 
Then  let  my  songs  with  angels  join. 
Heaven  is  secure,  if  God  is  mine. 

Watts. 

164  L.M. 

1  T  ORD,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways  ! 
J J  How  blind  are  we  !  how  mean 

our  praise  ! 
Thy  steps,  can  mortal  eyes  explore  ? 
'Tis  ours  to  wonder  and  adore. 

2  Great  God  !  I  would  not  ask  to  see 
What  in  my  coming  life  shall  be  ; 
Enough  for  me  if  love  divine, 

At   length  through  every  cloud  shall 
shine. 
4 


3  Are  darkness  and  distress  my  share .'' 
Then  let  me  trust  thy  guardian  care  ; 
If  light  and  bliss  attend  my  days, 
Then  let  my  future  hours  be  praise. 

4  Yet  this  my  soul  desires  to  know, 
Be  this  my  only  wish  below, 

That  Christ  be  mine  ; — this  great  re- 
quest 
Grant,  bounteous  God,  and  I  am  blest ! 

Steele. 

165  L.M. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  Lord  !  how  wondrous  are  his 

X  ways  ! 

How  firm   his    truth  !    how    large  his 

grace  ! 
He  takes  his  mercy  for  his  throne. 
And    thence    he    makes    his    glories 

known. 

2  Not    half    so    high    his    power    hath 

spread 
The  starry  heavens  above  our  head. 
As  his  rich  love  exceeds  our  praise. 
Exceeds  the  highest  hopes  we  raise. 

3  Not  half  so  far  has  nature  placed 
The  rising  morning  from  the  west, 
As  his  forgiving  grace  removes 
The  daily  guilt  of  those  he  loves. 

4  How  slowly  doth  his  wrath  arise  ! 
On  swifter  wings  salvation  flies  : 
Or,  if  he  lets  his  anger  burn. 
How  soon  his  frowns  to  pity  turn  ? 

5  His  everlasting  love  is  sure 

To  all  his  saints,  and  shall  endure ; 
From  age  to  age  his  truth  shall  reign, 
Nor  children's  children  hope  in  vain. 

Watts. 


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GOD. 


l66  L.M. 

1  T  ORD  of  all  being  ;  throned  afar, 
J y  Thy  glory  flames  from  sun  and 

star  ; 
Centre  and  soul  of  every  sphere, 
Yet  to  each  loving  heart  how  near ! 

2  Sun  of  our  life,  thy  quickening  I'ay 
Sheds  on  our  path  the  glow  of  day  ; 
Star  of  our  hope,  thy  softened  light 
Cheers  the  long  watches  of  the  night. 

3  Our  midnight  is  thy  smile  withdrawn  ; 
Our  noontide  is  thy  gracious  dawn  ; 
Our  rainbow  arch  thy  mercy's  sign ; 
All,  save  the  clouds  of  sin,  are  thine  ! 

4  Lord  of  all  life,  below,  above. 
Whose  light  is  truth,  whose  warmth  is 

love, 
Before  thy  ever-blazing  throne 
We  ask  no  lustre  of  our  own. 

5  Grant  us  thy  truth  to  make  us  free. 
And  kindling  hearts  that  burn  for  thee. 
Till  all  thy  loving  altars  claim 

One  holy  light,  one  heavenly  flame  ! 

O.  W.  Holmes. 


G 


167 


L.  M. 
OD    of  the    world ! .  thy  glories 
shine, 
Through  earth  and  heaven,  with  rays 

divine : 
Thy  smile  gives  beauty  to  the  flower. 
Thine  anger  to  the  tempest  power. 

God  of  our  lives  !  the  throbbing  heart 
Doth  at  thy  beck  its  action  start — 
Throbs  on,  obedient  to  thy  will. 
Or  ceases,  at  thy  fatal  chill. 


God  of  eternal  life  !  thy  love 
Doth  every  stain  of  sin  remove  ; 
The  cross,  the  cross — its  hallowed  light 
Shall  drive  from  earth    her  cheerless 
night. 

God  of  all  goodness  !  to  the  skies 
Our  hearts  in  grateful  anthems  rise  ; 
And  to  thy  service  shall  be  given 
The  rest  of  life — the  whole  of  heaven. 

S.  S.  Cutting. 

168  L.M. 

HIGH    in    the    heavens,    eternal 
God! 
Thy  goodness  in  full  glory  shines  ; 
Thy  truth  shall  break  through  every 
cloud 
That  vails  and  darkens  thy  designs. 

Forever  firm  thy  justice  stands. 

As    mountains     their     foundations 
keep  : 

Wise  are  the  wonders  of  thy  hands  ; 
Thy  judgments  are  a  mighty  deep. 

My  God,  how  excellent  thv  grace  ! 

Whence  all  our  hope   and  comfort 
springs  ; 
The  sons  of  Adam,  in  distress, 

Fly  to  the  shadow  of  thy  wings. 

From  the  provisions  of  thy  house 
We  shall  be  fed  with  sweet  repast ; 

There,  mercy  like  a  river  flows, 
And  brings  salvation  to  our  taste. 

Life,  like  a  fountain  rich  and  free, 
Springs  from    the   presence   of  my 
Lord  ; 

And  in  thy  light  our  souls  shall  see 
The  glories  promised  in  thy  word. 

Watts. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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169 


■  E" 


L.  M. 
ORD  God  of  hosts,  by  all  adored  ! 


liy  name  we   praise  with   one 
accord  ; 
The  earth  and  heavens  are  full  of  thee, 
Thy  light,  thy  love,  thy  majesty. 

2  Loud  hallelujahs  to  thy  name 
Angels  and  seraphim  proclaim ; 
Eternal  praise  to  thee  is  given 

By  all  the  pow'rs  and  thrones  in  heav'n. 

3  Th'  apostles  join  the  glorious  throng, 
The  prophets  aid  to  swell  the  song. 
The  noble  and  triumphant  host 

Of  martyrs  make  of  thee  their  boast. 

4  The  holy  church  in  e\ery  place 
Throughout  the  world  exalts  thy  praise  ; 
Both    heav'n    and    earth    do    worship 

thee. 
Thou  Father  of  eternity! 

5  From  day  to  day,  O  Lord,  do  we 
Highly  exalt  and  honor  thee  ; 
Thy  name  we  worship  and  adore, 
World  without  end,  forevermore. 


I 


^7*^  L.  P.  M. 

'LL    praise     my    Maker   with    my 
breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers  ; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past. 
While  life,  and  thought,  and  being  last,  :  3 
Or  immortality  endures. 

Happy  the  man  whose  hopes  rely 
On  Israel's  God  ;  he  made  the  sky 
And  earth  and  seas,   with  all  their 
train  ; 


His  truth  forever  stands  secure, 

He  saves  th'  opprest,  he  feeds  the  poor, 

And  none  shall  find  his  promise  vain. 
He  loves  his  saints,  he  knows  them  well; 
But  turns  the  wicked  down  to  hell ; 

Thy  God,  O  Zion  !  ever  reigns  ; 
Let  every  tongue,  let  every  age, 
In  this  exalted  work  engage  : 

Praise  him  in  everlasting  strains. 

I'll    praise    him    while    he   lends    me 

breath  ; 
And  when  my  voice  is  lost  in  death. 

Praise  shall  employ  my  nobler  powers; 
My  days  of  praise  shall  ne'er  be  past 
While  life  and  thought  and  being  last. 
Or  immortality  endures.  Watts. 

^71  L.  P.  M. 

1ET  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise, 
_^  To  sing  the  choicest    psalm   of 

praise  ; 
To  sing  and  bless  Jehovah's  name  : 
His  glory  let  the  heathen  know  ; 
His  wonders  to  the  nations  show ; 
And  all  his  saving  works  proclaim. 

He  framed  the  globe,  he  built  the  sky, 
He  made  the  shining  worlds  on  high, 

And  reigns  complete  in  glory  there. 
His  beams  are  majesty  and  light ; 
His  beauties,  how  divinely  bright! 

His  temple,  how  divinely  fair ! 

Come  the  great  day,  the  glorious  hour. 
When  earth  shall  feel  his  saving  power, 

And  heathen  nations  fear  his  name  I 
Then  shall  the  race  of  man  confess 
The  beauty  of  his  holiness. 

And  in  his  courts  his  grace  proclaim. 

Watts. 


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GOD. 


^7^  CM. 

GOD!  our  help  in  ages  past, 
Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Our  shelter  from  the  stormy  blast. 
And  our  eternal  home  ! 

2  Before  the  hills  in  order  stood, 

Or  earth  received  her  frame, 
From  everlasting  thou  art  God, 
To  endless  years  the  same. 

3  A  thousand  ages  in  thy  sight 

Are  like  an  evening  gone — 
Short  as  the  watch  that  ends  the  night 
Before  the  rising  sun. 

4  Time,  like  an  ever-rolling  stream, 

Bears  all  its  sons  away  ; 
They  fly,  forgotten,  as  a  dream 
Dies  at  the  opening  day. 

5  O  God  !  our  help  in  ages  past. 

Our  hope  for  years  to  come, 
Be  thou  our  guide  while  troubles  last. 
And  our  eternal  home.  Watts. 

^IZ  C.  M. 

1  /~^  RE  AT  God,  how  infinite  art  thou  ! 
VJ  What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 

And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

2  Thy  throne  eternal  ages  stood. 

Ere  seas  or  stars  were  made ; 
Thou  art  the  ever-living  God, 
Were  all  the  nations  dead. 

3  Eternity,  with  all  its  years, 

Stands  present  in  thy  view  ; 
To  thee  there's  nothing  old  appears, 
Great  God,  there's  nothing  new. 


4  Our  lives  through  various  scenes  are 

drawn, 
And  vexed  with  trifling  cares, 
While  thine  eternal  thought  moves  on 
Thine  undisturbed  affairs. 

5  Great  God,  how  infinite  art  thou! 

What  worthless  worms  are  we  ! 
Let  all  the  race  of  creatures  bow, 
And  pay  their  praise  to  thee. 

Watts, 

^74-  CM. 

OLY  and  reverend  is  the  name 
Of  our  eternal  King  ; 
Thrice  holy  Lord  !  the  angels  cry  ; 
Thrice  holy!  let  us  sing. 

2  The  deepest  reverence  of  the  mind, 

Pay,  O  my  soul  !  to  God  ; 
Lift  with  thy  hands  a  holy  heart 
To  his  sublime  abode. 

3  With  sacred  awe  pronounce  his  name 

Whom    words     nor    thoughts    can 
reach  ; 
A  broken  heart  shall  please  him  more 
Than  the  best  forms  of  speech. 

4  Thou  holy  God  !   preserve  our  souls 

From  all  pollution  free  : 
The  pure  in  heart  are  thy  delight. 
And  they  thy  face  shall  see. 

Needham. 

^1 S  CM. 

SING  th'  almighty  power  of  God, 
That  made  the  mountains  rise. 
That  spread  the  flowing  seas  abroad, 
And  built  the  lofty  skies. 

2  I  sing  the  wisdom  that  ordained 
The  sun  to  rule  the  day ; 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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The  moon  shines  full  at  his  command, 
And  all  the  stars  obey. 

3  I  sing  the  goodness  of  the  Lord, 

That  filled  the  earth  with  food  ; 
He  formed  the  creatures  with  his  word, 
And  then  pronounced  them  good. 

4  Lord  !  how  thy  wonders  are  displayed 

Where'er  I  turn  mine  eye  ! 
If  I  survey  the  ground  I  tread, 
Or  gaze  upon  the  sky  ! 

5  There's  not  a  plant  or  flower  below 

But  makes  thy  glories  known  ; 
And  clouds  arise,  and  tempests  blow, 
By  order  from  thy  throne. 

6  Creatures  that  borrow  life  from  thee 

Are  subject  to  thy  care  ; 
There's  not  a  place  where  we  can  flee 
But  God  is  present  there. 


176 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  *'  I  "^HE  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all ; 

X        His  station  who  can  find  ? 
I  hear  him  in  the  waterfiill ; 
I  hear  him  in  the  wind. 

2  If  in  the  gloom  of  night  J  shroud. 

His  face  I  cannot  fly ; 
I  see  him  in  the  evening  cloud, 
And  in  the  morning  sky. 

3  He  smiles,  we  live  !  he  frowns,  we  die ! 

We  hang  upon  his  word  ; 
He  rears  his  mighty  arm  on  high, 
We  fall  before  his  sword. 

4  He  bids  his  gales  the  fields  deform  ; 

Then,  when  his  thunders  cease. 
He  paints  his  rainbow  on  the  storm, 
And  lulls  the  winds  to  peace. 

H.  K.  White. 


^11  CM. 

I  T  ORD  !  when  my  raptured  thought 

J y         surveys 

Creation's  beauties  o'er. 
All  nature  joins  to  teach  thy  praise, 
And  bid  my  soul  adore. 

2  Where'er  I  turn  my  gazing  eyes, 

Thy  radiant  footsteps  shine  ; 
Ten  thousand  pleasing  wonders  rise. 
And  speak  their  source  divine. 

3  On  me  thy  providence  hath  shone 

With  gentle,  smiling  rays; 
Oh  !  let  my  lips  and  life  make  known 
Thy  goodness  and  thy  praise. 

4  All-bounteous  Lord  !  thy  grace  impart ; 

Oh  !  teach  me  to  improve 
Thy  gifts,  with  ever-grateful  heart. 
And  crown  them  with  thy  love. 

JIrs.  Steele. 

178  CM. 

1  O  OME  seraph,  lend  your  heavenly 
vZ3         tongue. 

Or  harp  of  golden  string. 
That  I  may  raise  a  lofty  song 
To  our  eternal  King. 

2  Thy  names,  how  infinite  they  be  ! 

Great  Everlasting  One ! 
Boundless  thy  might  and  majesty, 
And  unconfined  thy  throne. 

3  Thy  glory  shines  immensely  bright ; 

Exhaustless  is  thy  grace  ; 
Immortal  day  breaks  from  thine  eyes. 
And  Gabriel  veils  his  face. 

4  Thine  essence  is  a  vast  abyss, 

Which  angels  cannot  sound  ; 
An  ocean  of  infinities 

Where  all  our  thoughts  are  drown'd. 

Watt:,. 


ra 


GOD. 


179  CM. 

1  T^ATHER !    how    wide    thy   glory 
X  shines  ! 

How  high  thy  wonders  rise  ! 
Known  through  the  earth  by  thousand 
signs— 
By  thousand  through  the  skies. 

2  Those  mighty  orbs  proclaim  thy  pow'r, 

Their  motions  speak  thy  skill ; 
And  on  the  wings  of  every  hour 
We  read  thy  patience  still. 

3  But  when  we  view  thy  strange  design 

To  save  rebellious  worms, 
Where  vengeance  and  compassion  join 
In  their  divinest  forms. 

4  Here  the  whole  Deity  is  known  ; 

Nor  dares  a  creature  guess 
Which  of  the  glories  brightest  shone, 
The  justice  or  the  grace. 

5  Now  the  full  glories  of  the  Lamb 

Adorn  the  heavenly  plains : 
Bright  seraphs  learn  Immanuel's  name, 
And  try  their  choicest  strains. 

6  Oh  !  may  I  bear  some  humble  part, 

In  that  immortal  song; 
Wonder  and  joy  shall  tune  my  heart, 
And  love  command  my  tongue. 


And  clothe  with  verdure  vale  and  hill, 
That  is  not  sent  by  God. 

There's    not   a  place  in    earth's    vast 
round, 

In  ocean  deep,  or  air, 
Where  skill  and  wisdom  are  not  found  ; 

For  God  is  everywhere. 

Around,  beneath,  below,  above, 

W'herever  space  extends. 
There  Heaven  displays  its  boundless 
love, 

And  power  with  goodness  blends. 


AVallace. 


18 


AVatts. 


180 


T 


C.  M. 
^HERE'S  not  a  star  whose  twink- 
ling light 
Illumes  the  distant  earth, 
And  cheers  the  solemn  gloom  of  night. 
But  goodness  gave  it  birth. 

2  There's  not  a  cloud  whose  dews  distill 
Upon  the  parching  clod, 


C.  M. 

IN  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee. 
In  vain  my  soul  would  try 
To  shun  thy  presence,  Lord,  or  flee 
The  notice  of  thine  eye. 

Thine  all-surrounding  sight  surveys 

My  rising  and  my  rest. 
My  public  walks,  my  private  ways. 

And  secrets  of  my  breast. 

]\Iy  thoughts  lie  open  to  the  Lord, 
Before  they're  formed  within  ; 

And  ere  m^^  lips  pronounce  the  word, 
He  knows  the  sense  I  mean. 

Oh,   wondrous  knowledge,   deej)    and 
high ! 

Where  can  a  creature  hide  ? 
Within  thy  circling  arms  I  lie, 

Enclosed  on  every  side. 

So  let  thy  grace  surround  me  still, 

And  like  a  bulwark  prove, 
To  guard  my  soul  from  every  ill, 

Secured  by  sovereign  love. 

■Watts. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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182 


■J, 


C.  M. 

thy     gracious 


EHOVAH    God! 

power 
On  every  hand  we  see  ; 
Oh,  may  the  blessings  of  each  hour 
Lead  all  our  thoughts  to  thee  ! 


2  If,  on  the  wings  of  morn,  we  speed 

To  earth's  remotest  bound. 
Thy  right  hand  will  our  footsteps  lead, 
Thine  arm  our  path  surround. 

3  Thy  power  is  in  the  ocean  deeps. 

And  reaches  to  the  skies  ; 
Thine  eye  of  mercy  never  sleeps, 
Thy  goodness  never  dies. 

4  From  morn  till  noon,  till  latest  eve. 

The  hand  of  God  we  see  ; 
And  all  the  blessings  we  receive, 
Ceaseless  proceed  from  thee. 

5  In  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time, 

On  thee  our  hopes  depend  ; 
In  every  age,  in  every  clime. 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend. 

Thomson. 


183  CM. 

r   ''  I  ^HY  way,  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea ; 
X       Thy  paths  I  cannot  trace, 
Nor  comprehend  the  mystery 
Of  thine  unbounded  grace. 

2  As,  through  a  glass,  I  dimly  see 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  ; 
How  little  do  I  know  of  thee, 
Or  of  the  joys  above  ! 

3  'Tis  but  in  part  I  know  thy  will ; 

I  bless  thee  for  the  si^ht : 


When  will  thy  love  the  rest  reveal. 
In  glory's  clearer  light  ? 
4  With  rapture  shall  I  then  survey 
Thy  providence  and  grace  ; 

And  spend  aw  everlasting  day 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


184. 


Fawcett. 


C.  M. 


THE   Lord,    our   God,  is   full    of 
might. 
The  winds  obey  his  will ; 
He    speaks, — and    in    his     heavenly 
height, 
The  rolling  sun  stands  still. 

2  Rebel,  j-e  waves,  and  o'er  the  land 

With  threatening  aspect  roar; 
The  Lord  uplifts  his  awful  hand, 
And  chains  you  to  the  shore. 

3  Howl,  winds  of  night,  your  force  com- 

bine ; 
Without  his  high  behest. 
Ye  shall  not,  in  the  mountain  pine. 
Disturb  the  sparrow's  nest. 

4  His  voice  sublime  is  heard  afar, 

In  distant  peals  it  dies  ; 
He  yokes  the  whirlwind  to  his  car, 
And  sweeps  the  howling  skies. 

5  Ye  nations,  bend — in  reverence  bend ; 

Ye  monarchs,  wait  his  nod. 
And  bid  the  choral  song  ascend, 
To  celebrate  your  God. 


T 


185 


H.  K.  White. 


C.  M. 


^HE  Lord,  how  fearful  is  his  name 
How  wide  is  his  command  ! 
Nature,  with  all  her  moving  frame, 
Rests  on  his  mighty  hand. 


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GOD. 


2  Immortal  glory  forms  his  throne, 

And  light  his  awful  robe  ; 
While  with  a  smile,  or  with  a  frown, 
He  manages  the  globe. 

3  A  word  of  his  almighty  breath 

Can  swell  or  sink  the  seas  ; 
Build  the  vast  empires  of  the  earth, 
Or  break  them  as  he  please. 

4  On  angels,  with  unveiled  face 

His  glory  beams  above  ; 
On  men,  he  looks  with  softest  grace. 
And  takes  his  title,  Love.         Watts. 

i86  c.M. 

1  "IV^  EEP  silence,  all  created  things  ! 
X\^     And  wait  your  Maker's  nod  ; 

My  soul  stands  trembling,  while  she 
sings 
The  honors  of  her  God. 

2  Life,  death,  and  hell,  and  worlds  un- 

known, 
Hang  on  his  firm  decree  ; 
He  sits  on  no  precarious  throne, 
Nor  borrows  leave  to  be. 

3  His  providence  unfolds  the  book. 

And  makes  his  counsels  shine  ; 
Each  opening  leaf,  and  every  stroke. 
Fulfills  some  deep  design. 

4  My  God  !  I  would  not  long  to  see 

My  fate,  with  curious  eyes — 
What  gloomy  lines  are  writ  for  me. 
Or  what  bright  scenes  may  rise. 

5  In  thy  fiir  book  of  life  and  grace. 

Oh  !  may  I  find  my  name 
Recorded  in  some  humble  place, 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 


E 


187 


C.  M. 
TERNAL     Wisdom!     thee    we 
praise  ; 
Thee  with  creation  sing  ; 
With  thy  lov'd  name,  rocks,  hills,  and 
seas. 
And  heaven's  high  palace  ring. 

2  How  wide  thy  hand  hath  spread  the 

sky  ! 
How  glorious  to  behold  ! 
Tinged  with  a  blue  of  heavenly  dye,    . 
And  starred  with  sparkling  gold. 

3  Infinite  strength,  and  equal  skill, 

Shine  through  the  worlds  abroad. 
Our  souls  with  vast  amazement  fill, 
And  speak  the  builder,  God. 

4  But  still  the  wonders  of  thy  grace 

Our  softer  passions  move  ; 
Pity  divine  in  Jesus'  face 

We  see,  adore,  and  love.  Watts. 

188  c.M. 

1  r~^  REAT    Ruler    of    all    nature's 
VJJ         frame ! 

We  own  thy  power  divine ; 
We  hear  thy  breath  in  e\'ery  storm. 
For  all  the  winds  are  thine. 

2  Wide   as  they  sweep   their   sounding 

way 
They  work  thy  sovereign  will ; 
And,  awed  by  thy  majestic  voice, 
Confusion  shall  be  still. 

3  Thy  mercy  tempers  every  blast 

To  them  that  seek  thy  fice. 
And  mingles  with  the  tempest's  roar 
The  whispers  of  thy  grace. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


4  Those  gentle  whispers  let  me  hear, 
Till  all  the  tumult  cease  ; 
And  gales  of  Paradise  shall  lull 
My  weary  soul  to  peace. 


189 


Doddridge. 


C.  M. 


1  *'  I  ^HV    goodness,    Lord,    our  souls 

X  confess. 

Thy  goodness  we  adore  ; 
A  spring  whose  blessings  never  fail, 
A  sea  without  a  shore  ! 

2  Sun,  moon,  and  stars,  thy  love  attest 

In  every  golden  ray  ; 
Love  draws  the  curtains  of  the  night. 
And  love  brings  back  the  day. 

3  Thy  bounty  every  season  crowns 

With  all  the  bliss  it  yields, 
With  joyful  clusters  loads  the  vines, 
With  strengthening  grain,  the  fields. 

4  But  chiefly  thy  compassion,  Lord, 

Is  in  the  gospel  seen  ; 
There,  like  a  sun,  thy  mercy  shines 
Without  a  cloud  between. 

5  Pardon,  acceptance,  peace,  and  joy. 

Through  Jesus'  name  are  given; 
He  on  the  cross  was  lifted  high 
That  we  might  reign  in  heaven. 

Gibbons. 

190  CM. 

1  T)  RAISE   ye    the    Lord,   immortal 
X  choir ! 

In  heavenly  heights  above. 
With  harp,  and  voice,  and  soul  of  fire, 
Burning  with  perfect  love. 

2  Shine  to  his  glory,  worlds  of  light ! 

Ye  million  suns  of  space  ; 


Ye  moons    and    glistening    stars    of 
night 
Running  your  mystic  race. 

3  Shout  to  Jehovah,  surging  main  ! 

In  deep  eternal  roar  ; 
Let  wave  to  wave  resound  the  strain, 
And  shore  reply  to  shore. 

4  Storm,    lightning,    thunder,    hail,   and 

snow, 
I  Wild  winds  that  keep  his  word, 

With  the  old  mountains  far  below. 
Unite  to  bless  the  Lord. 

5  And  round  the  wide  world  let  it  roll, 

Whilst  man  shall  lead  it  on  ; 
Join,  every  ransomed  human  soul. 
In  glorious  unison. 

191  CM. 

1  /'~^OME,  shout  aloud  the    Father's 
V_^  grace. 

And  sing  the  Saviour's  love  ; 
Soon  shall  we  join  the  glorious  theme, 
In  loftier  strains  above. 

2  God,  the  eternal,  mighty  God, 

To  dearer  names  descends  ; 

Calls  us  his  treasure  and  his  joy, 

His  children  and  his  friends. 

3  My  Father,  God  !  and  may  these  lips 

Pronounce  a  name  so  dear.-* 
Not  thus   could    heaven's   sweet  har- 
mony 
Delight  my  listening  ear. 

4  Thanks  to  my  God  for  every  gift 

His  bounteous  hands  bestow; 
And  thanks  eternal  for  that  love 
Whence  all  those  comforts  flow. 

HiGGINBOTHAM. 


GOD. 


'W 


192  CM. 

ITH  songs  and  honors  sound- 
ing loud, 
Address  the  Lord  on  high ; 
Over  the  heavens  lie  spreads  his  cloud, 
And  waters  vail  the  sky. 

2  He  sends  his  showers  of  blessings  down, 

To  cheer  the  plains  below  ; 
He   makes    the  grass  the   mountains 
crown, 
And  corn  in  valleys  grow. 

3  His  steady  counsels -change  the  face 

Of  the  declining  year  ; 
He  bids  the  sun  cut  short  his  race, 
And  wintry  days  appear. 

4  His  hoary  frost,  his  fleecy  snow, 

Descend  and  clothe  the  ground  ; 
The  liquid  streams  forbear  to  flow, 
In  icy  fetters  bound. 

5  He  sends  his  word  and  melts  the  snow, 

The  fields  no  longer  mourn  ; 
He  calls  the  warmer  gales  to  blow. 
And  bids  the  spring  return. 

Watts. 

193  CM. 

1  {^^  OD  moves  in  a  mysterious  way 
V^jr      His  wonders  to  perform  ; 

'  He  plants  his  footsteps  in  the  sea, 
And  rides  upon  the  storm. 

2  Deep  in  unfathomable  mines 

Of  never-failing  skill, 
He  treasures  up  his  vast  designs, 
And  works  his  sovereign  will. 

3  Ye  fearful  saints,  fresh  courage  take  ; 

The  clouds  ye  so  much  dread 
Are  big  with  mercy,  and  will  break 
In  blessings  on  vour  head. 


4  Judge  not  the  Lord  by  feeble  sense, 

But  trust  him  for  his  grace  ; 
Behind  a  frowning  providence 
He  hides  a  smiling  face. 

5  His  purposes  will  ripen  fast, 

Unfolding  every  hour ; 
The  bud  may  have  a  bitter  taste, 
But  sweet  will  be  the  flower. 

6  Blind  unbelief  is  sure  to  err, 

And  scan  his  work  in  vain  ; 
God  is  his  own  interpreter. 

And  he  will  make  it  plain.       Cowper. 

^94  CM. 

1  /"^  OD  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise  ; 
V_T      He  sees  our  inmost  mind  ; 
In  vain  to  heaven  we  raise  our  cries 

And  leave  our  hearts  behind. 

2  Nothing  but  truth  before  his  throne 

With  honor  can  appear ; 
The  painted  hypocrites  are  known, 
Whate'er  the  guise  they  wear. 

3  Their  lifted  eyes  salute  the  skies, 

Their  bending  knees  the  ground  ; 
But  God  abhors  the  sacrifice 
Where  not  the  heart  is  found. 

4  Lord,  search  my  thoughts,  and  try  my 

ways. 
And  make  my  soul  sincere  ; 
Then  shall  I  stand  before  thy  face, 
And  find  acceptance  there.      watts. 

^95  C  M. 

I  'T^HROUGH    endless   years  thou 
i  art  the  same, 

O  thou  eternal  God  ; 
Each  future  age  shall  know  thy  name, 
And  tell  thy  works  abroad. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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2  The  strong  foundations  of  the  earth 

Of  old  by  thee  were  laid  ; 
By  thee  the  beauteous  arch  of  heaven 
With  matchless  skill  was  made. 

3  Soon  shall  this  goodly  frame  of  things, 

Created  by  thy  hand, 
Be,  like  a  vesture,  laid  aside, 
And  changed  at  thy  command. 

4  But  thy  perfections,  all  divine, 

Eternal  as  thy  days, 
Through  everlasting  ages  shine, 
With  undiminished  rays. 

196  CM. 

1  T3  EGIN,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly 

iJ  theme. 

And  speak  some  boundless  thing ; 
The  mighty  works,  or  mightier  name. 
Of  our  eternal  King. 

2  Tell  of  his  wondrous  faithfulness, 

And  sound  his  power  abroad  ; 
Sing  the  sweet  promise  of  his  grace. 
And  the  performing  God. 

3  His  every  word  of  grace  is  strong. 

As  that  which  built  the  skies  ; 
The  voice  that  rolls  the  stars  along, 
Speaks  all  the  promises. 

4  Oh,  might  I  hear  thy  heavenly  tongue 

But  whisper,  "  Thou  art  mine  !  " 
Those  gentle  words  should  raise  my 


song, 
To  notes  almost  divine. 


H 


197 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


OW  dread  are  thine  eternal  years. 


By  prostrate  spirits  day  and  night 
Incessantly  adored ! 


Yet  I  may  love  thee  too,  O  Lord  ! 

Almighty  as  thou  art. 
For  thou  hast  stooped  to  ask  of  me, 

The  love  of  my  poor  heart. 

No  earthly  father  loves  like  thee, 

No  mother  half  so  mild 
Bears  and  forbears  as  thou  hast  done 

With  me,  thy  sinful  child. 

Only  to  sit  and  think  of  God — 

Oh,  what  a  joy  it  is  ! 
To  think  the  thought,  to  breathe  the 
name, 

Earth  has  no  higher  bliss  ! 

Father  of  Jesus  !  love's  reward  ! 

What  rapture  will  it  be. 
Prostrate  before  thy  throne  to  lie. 

And  gaze  and  gaze  on  thee  ! 

Lyra  Cath. 

198  CM. 

OGOD  of  Bethel !  by  whose  hand 
Thy  people  still  are  fed  ; 
Who  through  this  weary  pilgrimage 

Hast  all  our  fathers  led  ; — 
Our  vows,  our   prayers,  we  now  pre- 
sent 
Before  thy  throne  of  grace  ; 
God  of  our  fathers  !  be  the  God 
Of  their  succeeding  race. 

Through  each  perplexing  path  of  life 

Our  wandering  footsteps  guide  : 
Give  us  each  day  our  daily  bread, 

And  raiment  fit  provide. 
Oh  spread  thy  covering  wings  around, 

Till  all  our  wanderings  cease. 
And,  at  our  Father's  loved  abode, 

Our  souls  arrive  in  peace. 


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COD. 


5   Such    blessings     from     thj'    gracious 
hand 
Our  humble  prayers  implore  ; 
And  thou  shalt  be  our  chosen  God 
And  portion  evermore.  Logan. 

199  CM. 

1  *"  1  '^O  thee,  my  righteous  King  and 

X  Lord, 

My  grateful  soul  I'll  raise  ; 
From  day  to  day  thy  works  record, 
And  ever  sing  thy  praise. 

2  Thy    greatness     human    thought    ex- 

ceeds ; 
Thy  glory  knows  no  end  ; 
The  lasthig  record  of  thy  deeds 
Through  ages  shall  descend. 

3  Thy  wondrous    acts,    thy  power,    and 

might, 
My  constant  theme  shall  be  ; 
That  song  shall  be  my  soul's  delight, 
Which  breathes  in  praise  to  thee. 

4  The  Lord  is  bountiful  and  kind, 

His  anger  slow  to  move ; 
His  tender  mercies  all  shall  find, 
And  all  his  goodness  prove. 

5  From    all    thy  works,    O   Lord,   shall 

spring 
The  sound  of  joy  and  praise  ; 
Thy  saints  shall  of  thy  glory  sing. 
And  show  the  world  thy  ways. 

6  Throughout  all  ages  shall  endure 

Thine  everlasting  reign  ; 
And  thy  dominion,  firm  and  sure, 
Forever  shall  remain. 


200  c.  M. 

WEET    is    the    memory    of   thy 
grace. 

My  God,  my  heavenly  King  ; 
Let  age  to  age  thy  righteousness 
\\\  songs  of  glory  sing. 

2  God    reigns    on    high,  but  ne'er  con- 

fines 
His  goodness  to  the  skies ; 
Through  the  whole  earth  his  bounty 

shines, 
And  every  want  supplies. 

3  With  longing  eyes  thy  creatures  wait 

On  thee  for  daily  food, 
Thy  lib'ral  hand  provides  their  meat, 
And  fills  their  mouth  with  good. 

4  Creatures  with  all  their  endless  race, 

Thy  power  and  praise  proclaim  ; 
But  saints  that  taste  thy  richer  grace 
Delight  to  bless  thy  name. 


Watts. 


201 


C.  M. 

1  A  LMIGHTY  Father  of  mankind! 
£\.     On  thee  my  hopes  remain  ; 
And  when  the  day  of  trouble  comes, 

I  shall  not  trust  in  vain. 

2  In  early  years,  thou  wast  my  guide, 

And  of  my  youth,  the  friend  ; 

And,  as  my  days  began  with  thee, 

With  thee  my  days  shall  end. 

3  Therefore,  in  life  I'll  trust  in  thee  ; 

In  death  I  will  adore  ; 
And  after  death  will  sing  thy  praise, 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


Gl 


202 


C.  M. 

chaiiGfinG: 


1  ^T^H ROUGH     all     the 

X  scenes  of  life, 

In  trouble  and  in  joy, 
The  praises  of  my  God  shall  still 
My  heart  and  tongue  employ. 

2  The  hosts  of  God  encamp  around 

The  dwellings  of  the  just ; 
Deliverance  he  affords  to  all 
Who  on  his  succor  trust. 

3  Oh,  make  but  trial  of  his  love  ! 

Experience  will  decide 
How  blest  are  they,  and  only  they, 
Who  in  his  truth  confide. 

4  Fear  him,  ye  saints,  and  you  will  then 

Have  nothing  else  to  fear  ; 
Make  you  his  service  your  delight ; 
He'll  make  your  wants  his  care. 

Tate  &  Brady. 


■W" 


2^3  CM. 

AT    shall    I    render   to    my 
God 

For  all  his  kindness  shown .'' 
My  feet  shall  visit  thine  abode. 
My  songs  address  thy  throne. 

2  Among  the  saints  that  fill  thy  house. 

My  offerings  shall  be  paid  ; 
There  shall  my  zeal  perform  the  vows 
My  soul  in  anguish  made. 

3  How  much  is  mercy  thy  delight. 

Thou  ever-blessed  God  ! 
How  dear  thy  servants  in  thy  sight ! 
How  precious  is  their  blood  ! 

4  How  happy  all  thy  servants  are ! 

How  great  thy  grace  to  me  ! 


My  life,  which  thou  hast  made  thy  care, 
Lord,  I  devote  to  thee. 

5  Now  I  am  thine,  forever  thine. 

Nor  shall  my  purpose  move  ; 
Thy  hand   hath  loosed  ray  bonds  of 
pain, 
And  bound  me  with  thy  love. 

6  Here  in  thy  courts  I  leave  my  vow, 

And  thy  rich  grace  record  ; 
Witness,  ye  saints,  who  hear  me  now. 
If  I  forsake  the  Lord.  watts. 

204  C.  M. 

1  'nr^O  heaven  I  lift  ray  waiting  eyes ; 

X       There  all  ray  hopes  are  laid  ; 
The  Lord  that  built  the  earth  and  skies 
Is  my  perpetual  aid. 

2  Their  steadfast  feet  shall  never  fall 

Whom  he  designs  to  keep ; 
His  ear  attends  the  softest  call, 
His  eyes  can  never  sleep. 

3  Israel,  rejoice,  and  rest  secure ; 

Thy  keeper  is  the  Lord  ; 
His  wakeful  eyes  employ  his  power 
For  thine  eternal  guard. 

4  He   guards    thy   soul,    he   keeps   thy 

breath. 
Where  thickest  dangers  come  ; 
Go  and  return,  secure  from  death. 
Till  God  commands  thee  home. 

Watts. 

205  c.M. 

HEN  all    thy  mercies,    O  my 
God, 

My  rising  soul  surveys. 
Transported  with  the  view,  I'm  lost 
In  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 


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GOD. 


2  Unnumbered  comforts  on  my  soul 

Thy  tender  care  bestowed, 
Before  my  infant  heart  conceived 
From  whom  those  comforts  flowed. 

3  When  in  the  slippery  path  of  youth 

With  heedless  steps  I  ran, 
Thine  arm,  unseen,  conveyed  me  safe, 
And  led  me  up  to  man. 

4  Ten  thousand  thousand  precious  gifts 

My  daily  thanks  employ  ; 
Nor  is  the  least  a  cheerful  heart, 
That  tastes  those  gifts  with  joy. 

5  Through  every  period  of  my  life. 

Thy  goodness  I'll  pursue  ; 
And  after  death,  in  distant  worlds, 
The  glorious  theme  renew. 

6  Through  all  eternity,  to  thee 

A  joyful  song  I'll  raise  : 
But  oh !  eternity's  too  short 

To  utter  all  thy  praise !  addison. 

2o6  c.M. 

1  T  ONG  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name, 
J ^     My  King  !  my  God  of  love  ! 

My  work  and  joy  shall  be  the  same 
In  the  bright  world  above. 

2  Great    is    the    Lord,    his    pow'r   un- 

known, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
I'll  sing  the  honors  of  thy  throne, 
Thy  works  of  grace  repeat. 

3  Thy  grace  shall  dwell  upon  my  tongue. 

And,  while  my  lips  rejoice, 
The  men  who  hear  my  sacred  song 
Shall  join  their  cheerful  voice. 


Fathers  to  sons  shall  teach  thy  name, 
And  children  learn  thy  ways  ; 

Ages  to  come  thy  truth  proclaim, 
And  nations  sound  thy  praise. 

Watts. 

207  c.M. 

GOD,  in  the  high  and  holy  place. 
Looks  dow'n  upon  the  spheres  ; 
Yet  in  his  providence  and  grace. 
To  every  eye  appears. 

He  bows  the  heavens;   the  mountains 
stand 

A  highway  for  our  God  , 
He  walks  amid  the  desert  land ; 

'Tis  Eden  where  he  trod. 

The  forests  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 

Hark !  on  the  evening  breeze, 
As  once  of  old,  Jehovah's  voice 

Is  heard  among  the  trees. 

If  God  hath  made  this  world  so  fair, 
Where  sin  and  death  abound  ; 

How  beautiful,  beyond  compare, 
Will  Paradise  be  found  ! 

MOMTGO.MERV. 

208  C.M. 

COME,  ye  that  know  and  fear  the 
Lord, 
And  raise  your  souls  above ; 
Let  every  heart  and  voice  accord 
To  sing  that — God  is  love. 

This  precious  truth  his  word  declares, 
And  all  his  mercies  prove  ; 

While  Christ,  th'  atoning  Lamb,  ap- 
pears, 
To  show  that — God  is  love. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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3  Behold  his  loving-kinclness  waits 

For  those  who  from  him  rove, 
And    calls    for     mercy    reach     their 
hearts, 
To  teach  them — God  is  love. 

4  The  work  begun  is  carried  on. 

By  power  from  heaven  above  ; 

And  every  step,  from  first  to  last. 

Proclaims  that — God  is  love. 

5  Oh  !   may  we  all,  while  here  below, 

This  best  of  blessings  prove; 
Till  warmer  hearts,  in  brighter  worlds, 
Shall  shout  that — God  is  love. 

G.   BURDEE. 


'S 


209  C.  M. 

OVEREIGN  of  all  the  worlds  on 
high, 

Allow  my  humble  claim  ; 
Nor,    while    a  worm  would   raise   its 
head, 
Disdain  a  Father's  name. 

2  My    Father    God  !     how    sweet    the 

sound ! 
How  tender  and  how  dear  ! 
Not  all  the  melody  of  heaven. 
Could  so  delight  the  ear. 

3  Come,  sacred  Spirit,  seal  the  name 

On  my  expanding  heart ; 
And  show,  that  in  Jehovah's  grace 
I  share  a  filial  part. 

\  Cheer'd  by  a  signal  so  divine, 
Unwavering  I  believe  ; 
And  Abba,  Father,  humbly  cry, 
Nor  can  the  sign  deceive. 

Doddridge. 


2  10  C.  M. 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name, 
k3      And  in  his  strength  rejoice  ; 
When  his  salvation  is  our  theme. 

Exalted  be  our  voice. 

2  With  thanks  approach  his  awful  sight, 

And  psalms  of  honor  sing  : 
The  Lord  's  a  God  of  boundless  might. 
The  whole  creation's  King. 

3  Earth,  with  its  caverns  dark  and  deep, 

Lies  in  his  spacious  hand  ; 
He  fixed  the  sea  what  bounds  to  keep, 
And  where  the  hills  must  s'tand. 

4  Come,  and  with  humble  souls  adore, 

Come,  kneel  before  his  face  ; 
Oh,  may  the  creatures  of  his  power 
Be  children  of  his  grace  ! 

5  Now  is  the  time — he  bends  his  ear, 

And  waits  for  your  request ; 
Come,    lest    he    rouse  his  wrath  and 
swear 
"  Ye  shall  not  see  my  rest." 


Watts. 


211 


s 


C.  M. 
INCE    all  the  varying   scenes  of 
time 

God's  watchful  eye  surveys. 
Oh,  who  so  wise  to  choose  our  lot, 
Or  to  appoint  our  ways  ? 

2  Good  when  he  gives,  supremely  good, 

Nor  less  when  he  denies  ; 
E'en  crosses,  from  his  sovereign  hand. 
Are  blessings  in  disguise. 

3  Why  should  we  doubt  a  Father's  love, 

So  constant  and  so  kind  ? 


64 


GOD. 


To  his  unerring,  gracious  will 
Be  every  wish  resigned. 

4  In  thy  foir  book  of  life  divine, 
My  God,  inscribe  my  name  ; 
There  let  it  fill  some  humble  place 
Beneath  my  Lord,  the  Lamb. 


212 


Hervey. 


C.  M. 


1  dT^  OD,  my  supporter  and  my  hope, 
\JJ     My  help  for  ever  near, 
Thine  arm  of  mercy  held  me  up. 

When  sinking  in  desjDair. 

2  Thy  counsels,   Lord,    shall  guide  my 

feet 
Through  this  dark  wilderness  : 
Thy  hand  conduct  me  near  thy  seat, 
To  dwell  before  thy  face. 

3  Were  I  in  heaven  without  my  God, 

'T  would  be  no  heav'n  to  me  ; 
And  while  this  earth  is  my  abode, 
I  long  for  none  but  thee. 

4  What  if  the  springs  of  life  were  broke, 

And  flesh  and  heart  should  faint.'' 
God  is  my  soul's  eternal  rock, 
The  strength  of  every  saint. 

5  But  to  draw  near  to  thee,  my  God, 

Shall  be  my  sweet  employ  : 
My    tongue    shall    sound    thy   works 
abroad 
And  tell  the  world  my  joy. 


21 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


I   ^\/ES,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God  ! 
X        Through  all  my  earthly  days ; 
And  to  eternity  prolong 

Thy  vast,  thy  boundless  praise. 


In  every  smiling,  happy  hour, 

Be  this  my  sweet  employ : 
Thy  praise  refines  my  earthly  bliss, 

And  doubles  all  my  joy. 

When  gloomy  care,  and  keen  distress 
Afflict  my  throbbing  breast, 

Thy  praise  shall  mingle  with  my  tears, 
And  lull  each  pain  to  rest. 

Nor  shall  my  tongfle  alone  proclaim 

The  honors  of  my  God : 
My  life,  with  all  its  active  powers, 

Shall  spread  thy  praise  abroad. 

Nor  death  itself  shall  stop  my  song. 
Though  it  will  close  my  eyes  : 

My    thoughts    shall    then     to    nobler 
heights 
And  sweeter  raptures  rise. 

HeCIN'BOTHAM. 

214-  CM. 

YE  humble  souls,  approach  your 
God 
With  songs  of  sacred  praise ; 
For  he  is  good,  supremely  good, 
And  kind  are  all  his  ways. 

All  nature  owns  his  guardian  care, 

In  him  we  live  and  move  ; 
But  nobler  benefits  declare 

The  wonders  of  his  love. 

He  gave  his  Son,  his  only  Son, 

To  ransom  rebel  worms  ; 
'Tis  here  he  makes  his  goodness  known 

In  its  diviner  forms. 
To  this  dear  refuge,  Lord,  we  come, 

'Tis  here  our  hope  relies  ; 
A  safe  defence,  a  peaceful  home, 

When  storms  of  trouble  rise. 


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PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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5  Thine  eye  beholds,  with  kind  regard, 

The  souls  who  trust  in  thee  ; 
Their  humble  hope  thou  wilt  reward 
With  bliss  divinely  free. 

6  Great  God,  to  thy  almighty  love, 

What  honors  shall  we  raise  ; 
Not  all  th'  angelic  songs  above 
Can  render  equal  praise. 

Steele. 

215  CM. 

1  T  ET  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 
J J     Which  God  performed  of  old, 

Which  in  our  younger  years  we  saw, 
And  which  our  fathers  told. 

2  He  bids  us  make  his  glories  known. 

His  works  of  power  and  grace; 
And  we'll  convey  his  wonders  down 
Through  every  rising  race. 

3  Our  lips  shall  tell  them  to  our  sons. 

And  they  again  to  theirs, 
That  generations  yet  unborn 
May  teach  them  to  their  heirs. 

4  Thus  shall  they  learn,  in  God  alone 

Their  hope  securely  stands, 
That  they  may  ne'er  forget  his  works, 
But  practice  his  commands. 

Watts. 

'AITHFUL,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies 
are, 

A  rock  that  cannot  move  ; 
A  thousand  promises  declare 
Thy  constancy  of  love. 

Thou  waitest  to  be  gracious  still ; 

Thou  dost  with  sinners  bear, 
That,  saved,  we  may  thy  goodness  feel, 

And  all  thy  grace  declare. 
5 


F 


Its  streams  the  whole  creation  reach, 

So  plenteous  is  the  store  ; 
Enough  for  all,  enough  for  each, 

Enough  forevermore. 
Throughout  the  universe  it  reigns  ; 

It  stands  for  ever  sure  ; 
And  while  thy  truth,  O  God,  remains. 

Thy  goodness  shall  endure. 

C.  V^ESLEY. 

2^7  CM. 

THERE  is  a  little  lonely  fold, 
Whose    flock    One    Shepherd 
keeps. 
Through  summer's  heat  and  winter's 
cold, 
With  eye  that  never  sleeps. 

By  evil  beast,  or  burning  sky. 

Or  damp  of  midnight  air. 
Not  one  in  all  that  flock  shall  die 

Beneath  that  Shepherd's  care. 

For  if,  unheeding  or  beguiled, 

In  danger's  path  they  roam, 
His  pity  follows  through  the  wild. 

And  guards  them  safely  home. 
Oh,  gentle  Shepherd,  still  behold 

Thy  helpless  charge  in  me ! 
And  take  a  wanderer  to  thy  fold, 

That  trembling  turns  to  thee. 

Litchfield's  Coll. 

MY    Shepherd    will    supply   my 
need  ; 
Jehovah  is  his  name  ; 
In  pastures  fresh  he  makes  me  feed. 
Beside  the  living  stream. 

He  brings  my  wandering  spirit  back 
When  I  forsake  his  ways, 


6J 


GOD. 


And  leads  me,  for  his  mercy's  sake, 
In  paths  of  truth  and  grace. 

3  When   1  walk  through  the   shades   of 

death, 
Thy  presence  is  my  stay  ; 
A  word  of  thy  supporting  breath 
Drives  all  my  fears  away. 

4  Thy  hand,  in  sight  of  all  my  foe.s. 

Doth  still  my  table  spread ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows  ; 
Thine  oil  anoints  my  head. 

5  The  sure  provisions  of  my  God 

Attend  me  all  my  days  ; 
Oh,  may  thine  house  be  mine  abode, 
And  all  my  works  be  praise  ! 

6  There  would  I  find  a  settled  rest. 

While  others  go  and  come — 
No  more  a  stranger  or  a  guest. 

But  like  a  child  at  home.  watts. 


2  19 


C.  M. 


1  T  ORD,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 
J /     To  see  thy  lovely  face, 

To  dwell  whole  ages  in  thy  sight. 
And  feel  thy  vital  rays. 

2  While  the    bright    nation    sounds  thy 

praise 
From  each  eternal  hill, 
Sweet  odors  of  exhaling  grace 
The  happy  region  fill. 

3  Thy  love  a  sea  without  a  shore, 

Spreads  life  and  joy  abroad — 
Oh,  'tis  a  heaven  worth  dying  for 
To  see  a  smiling  God  ! 

4  Show  me  thy  face,  and  I'll  away 

From  all  inferior  things  ; 
Speak,  Lord,  and  here  I  quit  my  clay, 
And  stretch  my  airy  wings.       watts. 


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c. 

and 


M. 
my 


220 
Y  God,    my   portion 
love, 

My  everlasting  all, 
I've  none  but  thee  in  heaven  above, 
Or  on  this  earthly  ball. 

2  In  vain  the  bright,  the  burning  sun 

Scatters  his  feeble  light ; 
'Tis  thy  sweet  beams  create  my  noon — 
If  thou  withdraw,  'tis  night. 

3  And  while  upon  my  restless  bed 

Through  midnight  hours  I  roll. 
If  my  Redeemer  shows  his  head, 
'Tis  morning  with  my  soul. 

4  To  thee  I  owe  my  wealth  and  friends, 

My  health  and  safe  abode ; 
Thanks  to  thy  name  for  meaner  things, 
But  they  are  not  my  God. 

5  Were  I  possessor  of  the  earth, 

And  called  the  stars  my  own, 
Without  thy  graces  and  thyself, 
I  were  a  wretch  undone. 

6  Let  others  stretch  their  arms  like  seas, 

And  grasp  in  all  the  shore, 
Grant  me  the  visits  of  thy  face, 

And  I  desire  no  more.  watts. 


M^' 


^21  C.  M. 

God  !    the  spring  of  ail  my 
joys, 

The  life  of  my  delights, 
The  glory  of  my  brightest  days, 
And  comfort  of  my  nights. 
2  In  darkest  shades  if  he  appear, 
My  dawning  is  begun  ! 
He  is  my  soul's  sweet  morning  star. 
And  he  my  rising  sun. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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3  The  opening  heavens  around  me  shine 

With  beams  of  sacred  bhss, 
While  Jesus  shows  his  heart  is  mine,  , 
And  whispers,  I  am  his  ! 

4  My  soul  would  leave  this  heavy  clay 

At  that  transporting  word, 
Run  up  with  joy  the  shining  way, 
T'  embrace  my  dearest  Lord. 

5  Fearless  of  hell,  and  ghastly  death, 

I'd  break  through  every  foe  ; 
The  wings  of  love,  and  arms  of  faith. 
Should  bear  me  conqueror  through. 


222 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 

X        My  tongue  shall  still  pursue  : 
Oh,  happy  they  who,  while  they  sing 
Those  mercies,  share  them  too  1 

2  As  bright  and  lasting  as  the  sun, 

As  lofty  as  the  sky, 
From  age  to  age  thy  word  shall  run, 
And  chance  and -change  defy. 

3  The  covenant  of  the  King  of  kings 

Shall  stand  forever  sure  ; 
Beneath  the  shadow  of  thy  wings 
Thy  saints  repose  secure.  Lyte. 

9  o  o 

'^^J  CM. 

S    pants     the     hart    for    cooling 

streams, 

When  heated  in  the  chase, 

So  longs  my  soul,  O  God,  for  thee, 

And  thy  refreshing  grace. 

2   For  thee,  my  God,  the  living  God, 
My  thirsty  soul  doth  pine  ; 
Oh,  when  shall  I  behold  thy  face. 
Thou  Majesty  Divine  ? 


'A^ 


3  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul? 

Trust  God,  and  he'll  employ 
His  aid  for  thee,    and    change   these 
sighs 
To  thankful  hymns  of  joy. 

4  God  of  my  strength,  how  long  shall  I, 

Like  one  forgotten,  mourn  ; 
Forlorn,  forsaken,  and  exposed 
To  my  oppressor's  scorn  ? 

5  My  heart  is  pierced,  as  with  a  sword. 

While  thus  my  foes  upbraid  : 
"Vain  boaster,  where  is  now  thy  God.? 
And  where  his  promised  aid  ?  " 

6  Why  restless,  why  cast  down,  my  soul  ? 

Hope  still,  and  thou  shalt  sing 
The  praise  of  him  who  is  thy  God, 
Thy  health's  eternal  Spring. 


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224 


Tate  &  Brady. 


C.    M. 


'ITH  earnest   longings   of  the 
mind, 

My  God,  to  thee  I  look  ; 
So  pants  the  hunted  hart  to  find 
And  taste  the  cooling  brook. 

2  'Tis  with  a  mournful  pleasure  now 

I  think  on  ancient  days ; 
Then  to  thy  house  did  numbers  go, 
And  all  our  work  was  praise. 

3  But  why,  my  soul,  sunk  down  so  far 

Beneath  this  heavy  load  } 
Why  do  my  thoughts  indulge  despair, 
And  sin  against  my  God  .'' 

4  Hope  in  the  Lord,  whose  mighty  hand 

Can  all  thy  woes  remove  ; 
For  I  shall  yet  before  him  stand, 
And  sing  restoring  love.  Watts. 


C8 


GOD. 


^^5  CM. 

1  T   T  OW  long,  sometimes,  a  day  ap- 
JLj.  pears ! 

And  weeks,  how  long  are  they  ! 
Months  move  on  slow,  as  if  the  years 
Would  never  jDass  away. 

2  But  even  years  are  passing  by, 

And  soon  must  all  be  gone  ; 
For  day  by  day,  as  minutes  fly, 
Eternity  comes  on. 

3  Days,  months,  and  years  must  have  an 

end. 
Eternity  has  none ; 
'Twill  always  have  as  long  to  spend 
As  when  it  first  begun. 

4  Great  God  !  a  creature  cannot  tell 

How  such  a  thing  can  be, 
I  only  pray  that  I  may  dwell 
Eternally  with  thee. 


226 


Taylok. 


C.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE   Lord    himself,     the    mighty 

X  Lord, 

Vouchsafes  to  be  my  guide  ; 
The  shepherd,  by  v.hose  constant  care 
My  wants  are  all  supplied. 

2  In  tender  grass  he  makes  me  feed. 

And  gently  there  repose  ; 
Then    leads    to   cooling   shades,    and 
where 
Refreshing  water  flows. 

3  He  does  my  wandering  soul  reclaim, 

And,  to  his  endless  praise, 
Instruct  with  humble  zeal  to  walk 
In  his  most  righteous  wavs. 


4  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  of  death. 

From  fear  and  danger  free ; 
For  there  his  aiding  rod  and  staff 
Defend  and  comfort  me. 

5  •  Since  God  doth  thus  his  wondrous  love 

Through  all  my  life  extend, 
That  life  to  him  I  will  devote, 
And  in  his  service  spend. 

227  CM, 

HEN   morning's  first  and  hal- 
lowed ray 
Breaks,  with  its  trembling  light. 
To  chase  the  pearly  dews  away. 
Bright  tear-drops  of  the  night — 

2  My  heart,  O  Lord,  forgets  to  rove, 

But  rises  gladly  free, 
On  wings  of  everlasting  love, 
And  finds  its  homo  in  thee. 

3  \Mien  evening's  silent  shades  descend. 

And  nature  sinks  to  rest. 
Still,  to  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 
]\Iy  wishes  are  addressed. 

4  Though  tears  may  dim  my  hours  of  joy. 

And  bid  my  pleasures  flee. 
Thou    reign'st     where     grief    cannot 
annoy ; 
I  will  be  glad  in  thee. 

5  And  e'en  when  midnight's  solemn  gloom 

Above,  around  is  spread, 
Sweet  dreams  of  everlasting  bloom 
Are  hovering  o'er  my  head. 

6  I  dream  of  that  fair  land,  O  Lord! 

Where  all  thy  saints  shall  be  ; 
I  wake  to  lean  upon  thy  word. 
And  still  delight  in  thee. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


69 


22^  C.  M. 

1  ''  I  ^HERE  is  a  safe  and  secret  place 

X       Beneath  the  wings  divine, 
Reserved  for  all  the  heirs  of  grace : 
Oh,  be  that  refuge  mine  ! 

2  The  least  and  feeblest  there  may  bide, 

Uninjured  and  unawed  ; 
While  thousands  fall  on  every  side, 
He  rests  secure  in  God. 

3  He  feeds  in  pastures  large  and  fair, 

Of  love  and  truth  divine  ; 
O  child  of  God,  O  glory's  heir, 
How  rich  a  lot  is  thine  ! 

4  A  hand  almighty  to  defend, 

An  ear  for  every  call, 
An  honored  life,  a  peaceful  end. 
And  heaven  to  crown  it  all ! 

Lyte. 

229  s.M. 

1  /~^OME,  sound  his  praise  abroad, 
\_x      And  hymns  of  glory  sing  ; 
Jehovah  is  the  sov'reign  God, 

The  universal  King. 

2  He  form'd  the  deeps  unknown. 

He  gave  the  seas  their  bound  ; 
The  watery  worlds  are  all  his  own. 
And  all  the  solid  ground. 

3  Come,  worship  at  his  throne, 

Come,  bow  before  the  Lord ; 
We  are  his  works  and  not  our  own, 
He  form'd  us  by  his  word. 

4  To-day  attend  his  voice. 

Nor  dare  provoke  his  rod  ; 
Come,  like  the  people  of  his  choice. 
And  own  your  gracious  God. 

Watts. 


Occasional  Chorus. 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  Hallelujah  ! 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  Hallelujah, 
Hallelujah,  Hallelujah, 

Hallelujah,  Praise  ye  the  Lord. 


230 


S.  M. 


1  (~\  LORD,  our  heavenly  King, 
V^      Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 

Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 

2  When  I  survey  the  stars. 

And  all  their  shining  forms, 
Lord,  what  is  man,  that  feeble  thing. 
Akin  to  dust  and  worms  ? 

3  Lord,  what  is  worthless  man, 

That  thou  shouldst  love  him  so  ? 
Next  to  thine  angels  is  he  placed. 
And  lord  of  all  below. 

4  Plow  rich  thy  bounties  are  ! 

How  wondrous  are  thy  ways  ! 
Of  dust   and   worms    thy  power   can 
frame 
A  monument  of  praise. 

5  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King, 

Thy  name  is  all  divine  ; 
Thy  glories  round  the  earth  are  spread, 
And  o'er  the  heavens  they  shine. 


231 


S.  M. 


1  /'^H,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 
\J      Let  all  within  me  join. 

And  aid  my  tongue  to  bless  his  name, 
Whose  favors  are  divine. 

2  Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  my  soul ! 

Nor  let  his  mercies  lie 


ro 


GOD. 


Forgotten  in  unthankfulness, 
And  without  praises  die. 

3  'Tis  he  forgives  thy  sins  ; 

'Tis  he  relieves  thy  pain  ; 
'Tis  he  that  heals  thy  sicknesses, 
And  gives  thee  strength  again. 

4  He  crow-ns  thy  life  with  love, 

When  ransomed  from  the  grave  ; 
He,  who  redeemed  my  soul  from  hell, 
Hath  sovereign  power  to  save. 

5  He  fills  the  poor  with  good  ; 

He  gives  the  sufferers  rest ; 
The    Lord    hath    judgments   for   the 
proud, 
And  justice  for  th'  oppressed. 

Watts. 

^3^  S.  M. 

I   ''  I  ^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ; 
X        Let  all  the  nations  fear  ; 
Let  sinners  tremble  at  his  throne. 
And  saints  be  humble  there. 

z  Jesus  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 
Let  earth  adore  its  Lord  ; 
Bright  cherubs  his  attendants  stand, 
And  swift  fulfill  his  word. 

3  In  Zion  is  his  throne  ; 

His  honors  are  divine  ; 
His  church    shall  make  his  wonders 
known, 
For  there  his  glories  shine. 

4  How  holy  is  his  name  ! 

How  terrible  his  praise  ! 
Justice,  and  truth,  and  judgment  join. 
In  all  his  works  of  grace. 

Watts. 


"^ZZ  S.  M. 

1  A  LMIGHTY  Maker,  God  ! 
ir\.     How  wondrous  is  thy  name  ! 
Thy  glories  how  diffused  abroad 

Through  the  creation's  frame  ! 

2  The  lark  mounts  up  the  sky 

With  unambitious  song, 
And  bears  her  Maker's  praise  on  high 
Upon  her  artless  tongue. 

3  My  soul  would  rise  and  sing 

To  her  Creator,  too  : 
Fain  would  my  tongue  adore  my  King, 
And  pay  the  worship  due. 

4  And  yet  the  songs  I  frame 

Are  faithless  to  thy  cause. 
And  steal  the  honors  of  thy  name 
To  build  their  own  applause. 

5  Create  my  soul  anew. 

Else  all  my  worship's  vain  ; 
This  wretched  heart  will  ne'er  be  true 
Until  'tis  formed  again.  Watts. 

^34  S.  M. 

1  ''  I  '*0  God  the  only  wise, 

X        Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Let  all  the  saints  below  the  skies 
Their  humble  praises  bring. 

2  'Tis  his  almighty  love. 

His  counsel  and  Jiis  care, 
Preserve  us  safe  from  sin  and  death. 
And  every  hurtful  snare. 

3  He  will  present  our  souls. 

Unblemished  and  complete, 
Before  the  glory  of  his  face, 
With  joys  divinely  great. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


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4  Then  all  the  chosen  seed 

Shall  meet  aroynd  the  throne, 
Shall  bless  the  conduct  of  his  grace, 
And  make  his  wonders  known. 

5  To  our  Redeemer  God 

Wisdom  and  power  belong, 
Immortal  crowns  of  majesty, 

And  everlasting  song.  Watts. 

^ZS  S.  M. 

1  ^W  /"HEN  man  grows  bold  in  sin, 

V  V        My  heart  within  me  cries, 
"  He  hath  no  faith  of  God  within, 
Nor  fear  before  his  eyes." 

2  But  there's  a  dreadful  God, 

Though  men  renounce  his  fear  ; 
His  justice,  hid  behind  the  cloud, 
Shall  one  great  day  appear. 

3  His  truth  transcends  the  sky  ; 

In  heaven  his  mercies  dwell ; 
Deep  as  the  sea  his  judgments  lie; 
His  anger  burns  to  hell. 

4  How  excellent  his  love, 

Whence  all  our  safety  springs  ! 
Oh,  never  let  my  soul  remove 

From  underneath  his  wings,     watts. 

^3^  S.  M. 

Y  God,  my  Life,  my  Love, 
To  thee,  to  thee  I  call  ; 
I  cannot  live,  if  thou  remove, 
For  thou  art  all  in  all. 

2  Thy  shining  grace  can  cheer 
This  dungeon  where  I  dwell; 
'Tis  paradise  when  thou  art  here  ; 
If  thou  depart,  'tis  hell. 


3  To  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

The  angels  owe  their  bliss ; 
They  sit  around  thy  gracious  throne, 
And  dwell  where  Jesus  is. 

4  Not  all  the  harps  above 

Can  make  a  heavenly  place, 
If  God  his  residence  remove, 
Or  but  conceal  his  face. 

5  Nor  earth,  nor  all  the  sky, 

Can  one  delight  afford. 
No,  not  a  drop  of  real  joy. 
Without  thy  presence,  Lord. 

6  Thou  art  the  sea  of  love. 

Where  all  my  pleasures  roll ; 
The  circle  where  my  passions  move. 
And  centre  of  my  soul.  Watts 


237 


S.  M. 


1  'T~^HE  Lord  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

X        I  shall  be  well  supplied: 
Since  he  is  mine,  and  I  am  his, 
What  can  I  want  beside? 

2  He  leads  me  to  the  place 

Where  heavenly  pasture  grows, 
Where  living  waters  gently  pass, 
And  full  salvation  flows. 

3  If  e'er  I  go  astray. 

He  doth  my  soul  reclaim  ; 
And  guides  me  in  his  own  right  way, 
For  his  most  holy  name. 

4  While  he  affords  his  aid, 

I  cannot  yield  to  fear  ; 
Though  I  should  walk  through  death's 
dark  shade. 
My  Shepherd  's  v.ith  me  there. 


72 


GOD. 


5  In  spite  of  all  my  foes, 

Thou  dost  my  table  spread  ; 
My  cup  with  blessings  overflows, 
And  joy  exalts  my  head. 

6  The  bounties  of  thy  love 

Shall  crown  my  future  days  ; 

Nor  from  thy  house  will  I  remove, 

Nor  cease  to  speak  thy  praise. 


Watts. 


238 


S.  M. 
OW  gentle  God's  commands  ! 
How  kind  his  precepts  are  ! 
Come,  cast  your  burdens  on  the  Lord, 
And  trust  his  constant  care. 

2  Beneath  his  watchful  eye 

His  saints  securely  dwell ; 
That  hand  which  bears  all  nature  up 
Shall  guard  his  children  v/ell. 

3  Why  should  this  anxious  load 

Press  down  your  weary  mind  ? 
Haste  to  your  heavenly  Father's  throne. 
And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

4  His  goodness  stands  approved, 

Unchanged  from  day  to  day : 
I'll  drop  my  burden  at  his  feet, 
■      And  bear  a  song  away.        Doddridge. 


239 


S.  M. 


1  'T^HE  pity  of  the  Lord 

X       To  those  that  fear  his  name. 
Is  such  as  tender  parents  feel ; 
He  knows  our  feeble  frame. 

2  He  knows  we  are  but  dust 

Scattered  with  every  breath  ; 
His  anger,  like  a  rising  wind, 
Can  send  us  swift  to  death. 


3  Our  days  are  as  the  grass, 

Or  like  the  morning  flower  ; 
If  one  sharp  blast  sweep  o'er  the  field, 
It  withers  in  an  hour. 

4  But  thy  compassions.  Lord, 

To  endless  years  endure; 
And  children's  children  ever  find 
Thy  words  of  promise  sure.      watt^ 

240  7s. 

1  O  ING,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love, 
w3   Who,    from    yon    bright    throne 

above, 
Ever  watchful  o'er  our  race, 
Still  to  man  extends  his  grace. 

2  Heaven  and  earth  by  him  were  made, 
All  is  by  his  sceptre  swayed  ; 

What  are  we  that  he  should  show 
So  much  love  to  us  below ! 

3  God,  the  merciful  and  good, 
Bought  us  with  the  Saviour's  blood ; 
And,  to  make  our  safety  sure, 
Guides  us  by  his  Spirit  pure. 

4  Sing,  my  soul,  adore  his  name  ; 
Let  his  glory  be  thy  theme  ; 
Praise  him  till  he  calls  thee  home, 
Trust  his  love  for  all  to  come. 

24-1  _  7s. 

1  T)  RAISE  the  Lord,  his  glories  show, 
JL       Saints  within  his  courts  below, 

Angels  round  his  throne  above, 
All  that  see  and  share  his  love. 

2  Earth  to  heaven,  and  heaven  to  earth, 
Tell  his  wonders,  sing  his  worth  ; 
Age  to  age,  and  shore  to  shore, 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


73 


3  Praise  the  Lord,  his  mercies  trace ; 
Praise  his  providence  and  grace, 
All  that  he  for  man  hath  done, 

All  he  sends  us  through  his  Son. 

4  Strings  and  voices,  hands  and  hearts, 
In  the  concert  bear  your  parts  ; 

All  that  breathe,  your  Lord  adore. 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  evermore  ! 

Lyte. 

242  7s. 

r    "P)  RAISE  the  Lord — his  power  con- 
J_  fess ; 

Praise  him  in  his  holiness  ; 
Praise  him  as  the  theme  inspires — 
Praise  him  as  his  fame  requires. 

2  Let  the  trumpet's  lofty  sound 
Spread  its  loudest  notes  around  ; 
Let  the  harp  unite,  in  praise, 
With  the  sacred  minstrel's  lays. 

3  Let  the  organ  join  to  bless 
God,  the  Lord  of  righteousness  ; 
Tune  your  voice  to  spread  the  fame 
Of  the  great  Jehovah's  name. 

4  All  who  dwell  beneath  his  light, 
Li  his  praise  your  hearts  unite  ; 
While  the  stream  of  song  is  poured. 
Praise  and  magnify  the  Lord. 

Vt'RANCHAlI. 

243  7s. 

1  OONGS  of  praise  the  angels  sang, 
O   Heaven  with  hallelujahs  rang. 
When  Jehovah's  work  begun. 
When  he  spake,  and  it  was  done. 

2  Songs  of  praise  awoke  the  morn, 
When  the  Prince  of  Peace  was  born  ; 
Songs  of  praise  arose,  when  he 
Captive  led  captivit3^ 


3  Heaven  and  earth  must  pass  awa}'. 
Songs  of  praise  shall  crown  that  day  ; 
God  will  make  new  heavens  and  earth, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  hail  their  birth. 

4  And  shall  man  alone  be  dumb 
Till  that  glorious  kingdom  come? 
No,  the  Church  delights  to  raise 
Psalms  and  hymns  and  songs  of  praise. 

5  Saints  below,  with  heart  and  voice, 
Still  in  songs  of  praise  rejoice ; 
Learning  here,  by  faith  and  love, 
Songs  of  praise  to  sing  above. 

6  Borne  upon  their  latest  breath, 
Songs  of  praise  shall  conquer  death; 
Then,  amid  eternal  joy, 

Songs  of  praise  their  powers  employ. 


244 


Montgomery. 


7s. 


1  ALL  }-e  nations,  praise  the  Lord, 
Jr\.     All  ye  lands,  your  voices  raise  j 
Heaven  and  earth  with  loud  accord. 

Praise  the  Lord,  forever  praise. 

2  For  his  truth  and  mercy  stand, 

Past  and  present  and  to  be, 
Like  the  years  of  his  right  hand, 
Like  his  own  eternity. 

3  Praise  him,  ye  who  know  his  love. 

Praise  him  from  the  depths  beneath  ; 
Praise  him  in  the  heights  above  ; 
Praise  your  Maker  all  that  breathe. 

jMo.NTGOMERV. 

245  7s. 

ERALDS  of  creation  !  cry — 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  most 
high  ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  obey  the  call, 
Praise  the  Lord,  the  Lord  of  all. 


74 


GOD. 


2  For  he  spake,  and  forth  from  night 
Sprang  the  universe  to  Hght ; 

He  commanded, — nature  heard, 
And  stood  fast  upon  his  word. 

3  Praise  him,  all  ye  hosts  above  ; 
Spirits  perfected  in  love  ; 

Sun  and  moon,  your  voices  raise  ; 
Sing,  ye  stars,  your  Maker's  praise. 

4  Earth,  from  all  thy  depths  below. 
Ocean's  hallelujahs  flow; 
Lightning,  vapor,  wind,  and  storm, 
Hail  and  snow,  his  will  perform. 

5  Birds,  on  wings  of  rapture  soar, 
Warble  at  his  temple  door; 

Joyful  sounds  from  herds  and  flocks. 
Echo  back,  ye  caves  and  rocks. 

6  High  above  all  height,  his  throne ; 
Excellent  his  name  alone  ; 

Him  let  all  his  works  confess, 
Him  let  all  his  children  bless. 

Montgomery. 

246  7s. 

1  1\   /TAGNIFY  Jehovah's  name  ;   , 
IVx      For  his  mercies  ever  sure, 
From  eternity  the  same, 

To  eternity  endure. 

2  Let  his  ransomed  flock  rejoice, 

Gathered  out  of  every  land, 
As  the  people  of  his  choice. 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  In  the  wilderness  astray. 

In  the  lonely  waste  they  roam. 
Hungry,  feinting  by  the  way. 

Far  from  refuge,  shelter,  home  : — 

4  To  the  Lord  their  God  they  cry  ; 

He  inclines  a  gracious  ear, 


Sends  deliverance  from  on  high. 
Rescues  them  from  all  their  fear  : 

5  Them  to  pleasant  lands  he  brings. 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow  ; 
Where,  from  verdant  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

6  Oh  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord, 

P^or  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word. 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

247  7s. 

ARK,  my  soul,  how  every  thing 
Strives  to  serve  our  bounteous 
King  ; 
Each  a  double  tribute  pays. 
Sings  its  part,  and  then  obeys. 

2  Nature's  chief  and  sweetest  choir 
Him  with  cheerful  notes  admire; 
Chanting  every  day  their  lauds, 
WhUe  the  grove  their  song  applauds. 

3  Though  their  voices  lower  be, 
Streams  have  too  their  melody  ; 
Night  and  day  they  warbling  run, 
Never  pause,  but  still  sing  on. 

4  All  the  flowers  that  gild  the  spring 
Hither  their  still  music  bring  ; 

If  heaven  bless  them,  thankful  they 
Smell  more  sweet,  and  look  more  ga}'. 

5  Only  man  can  scarce  afford 
This  short  office  to  his  Lord  ; 
Man,  on  whom  his  bounty  flows. 
All  things  gives,  and  nothing  owes. 

6  Wake,  for  shame,  my  sluggish  heart, 
Wake,  and  gladly  sing  thy  part  ; 


PRAISE     TO     GOD, 


75 


Learn     of    birds,    and    springs,    and 

flowers, 
How  to  use  thy  nobler  powers. 

7   Call  whole  nature  to. thy  aid, 

Since  't  was  he  whole  nature  made; 
Join  in  one  eternal  song, 
Who  to  one  God  all  belong. 

John  Austin.    iCdS. 

248  7s.    D. 

1  T  ORD  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 
J J  Well  this  beauteous  frame  hath 

planned  ; 
Woods    that     wave,    and    hills    that 

tower, 
Ocean  rolling  in  his  power : 
Yet,  amid  this  scene  so  fair. 
Should  I  cease  thy  smile  to  share, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me? 
Whom  have  I  on  earth  but  thee  ? 

2  Lord  of  heaven  !  beyond  our  sight 
Shines  a  world  of  purer  light; 
There  in  love's  unclouded  reign 
Parted  hands  shall  meet  again ; 
Oh,  that  world  is  passing  fair  ! 
Yet,  if  thou  wert  absent  there, 
What  were  all  its  joys  to  me .'' 
Whom  have  I  in  heaven  but  thee  .'' 

3  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven  !  my  breast 
Seeks  in  thee  its  only  rest : 

I  was  lost ;  thy  accents  mild 
Homeward  lured  thy  wandering  child: 
Oh !  should  once  thy  smile  divine 
Cease  upon  my  soul  to  shine, 
What  were  earth  or  heaven  to  me  ? 
Whom  have  I  in  each  but  thee  ? 

Ckant. 


P 


249  7s.  D. 
RAISE  to  God,  immortal  praise. 

For  the  love  that  crowns  our  days ; 
Bounteous  source  of  every  joy! 
Let  thy  praise  our  tongues  employ. 
Flocks  that  whiten  all  the  plain. 
Yellow  sheaves  of  ripened  grain  ; 
Clouds  that  drop  their  fattening  dews, 
Suns  that  temperate  warmth  diftlise  : — 

2  All  that  spring  with  bounteous  hand 
Scatters  o'er  the  smiling  land ; 
All  that  liberal  autumn  pours 
From  her  rich  o'erflowing  stores  ; — 
Lord,  for  these  our  souls  shall  raise 
Grateful  vows,  and  solemn  praise  ; 
And,  when  every  blessing  's  flown, 
Love  thee  for  thyself  alone. 

Barbauld. 

250  8s  &  7s. 

1  T) RAISE   the   Lord!    ye    heavens 
X  adore  him. 

Praise  him,  angels  in  the  height; 

Sun  and  moon,  rejoice  before  him  ; 

Praise  him,  all  ye  stars  of  light ! 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  for  he  hath  spoken ; 

Worlds  his  mighty  voice  obeyed  ; 
Laws  which  never  shall  be  broken. 
For  their  guidance  he  hath  made. 

3  Praise  the  Lord — for  he  is  glorious  ; 

Never  shall  his  promise  fail  ; 
God  hath  made  his  saints  victorious, 
Sin  and  death  shall  not  prevail. 

4  Praise  the  God  of  our  salvation, 

Hosts  on  high  his  power  proclaim ; 
Heaven  and  earth,  and  all  creation. 
Laud  and  magnify  his  name. 


r6 


GOD. 


25^  8s  &  7s. 

1  T)  RAISE  to  thee,  thou  great 
X  Creator! 

Praise  to  thee  from  every  tongue ; 
Join,  my  soul,  with  every  creature, 
Join  the  universal  song. 

2  Father,  source  of  all  compassion  ! 

Pure,  unbounded  grace  is  thine : 
Hail  the  God  of  our  salvation. 
Praise  him  for  his  love  divine ! 

3  For  ten  thousand  blessings  given, 

For  the  hope  of  future  joy, 
Sound   his    praise  through   earth  and 
heaven, 
Sound  Jehovah's  praise  on  high  ! 

4  Praise  to  God,  the  great  Creator, 

Father,  Son,  and   Holy  Ghost  ; 
Praise  him,  every  living  creature, 
Earth  and  heaven's  united  host. 

5  Joyfully  on  earth  adore  him, 

Till  in  heaven  our  song  we  raise  : 
Then  enraptured  fall  before  him, 
Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise  ! 

Fawcett. 

252  8s  &  7s. 

1  /^"^  OD  is  love  ;  his  mercy  brightens 
V_T  All  the  path  in  which  we  rove  ; 
Bliss  he  wakes,  and  woe  he  lightens  ; 

God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

2  Time  and  change  are  busy  ever ; 

Man  decays,  and  ages  move ; 
But  his  mercy  waneth  never  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

3  E'en  the  hour  that  darkest  seemeth 

Will  his  changeless  goodness  prove  ; 


From     the      gloom      his     brightness 
streameth, 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 

4  He  with  earthly  cares  entwineth 
Hope  and  comfort  from  above  ; 
Everywhere  his  glory  shineth  ; 
God  is  wisdom,  God  is  love. 


'2'SZ 


BOWRING. 


H.  M. 


1  O  ING  to  the  Lord  most  high  ; 
v3      Let  every  land  adore  ; 
With  grateful  voice  make  known 

His  goodness  and  his  power; 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways. 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

2  Enter  his  courts  with  joy  ; 

With  fear  address  the  Lord  ; 
He  formed  us  with  his  hand. 
And  quickened  by  his  word  ; 
With    wide    command    he    spreads    Iiis 

sway. 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 

3  His  hands  provide  our  food, 

And  every  blessing  give  ; 
We  feed  upon  his  care. 

And  in  his  pastures  live  : 
With  cheerful  songs  declare  his  ways, 
And  let  his  praise  inspire  your  tongues. 

4  Good  is  the  Lord  our  God, 

His  truth  and  mercy  sure  ; 
While  earth  and  heaven  shall  last. 
His  promises  endure  : 
With   wide    command    he    spreads    his 

sway, 
O'er  every  sea  and  every  land. 

DwiCHT. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


77 


254 


H.  M. 


1  /^~^OME,  let  us  gladly  sing 
\_^  To  God,  our  Saviour-King; 

With  thanks  his  presence  seek, 
In  psalms  his  praises  speak; 
He's  God  most  high;  let  all  draw  nigh, 
And  crown  him — Lord  of  earth  and  sky, 

2  He  gave  the  mountains  birth, 
He  made  the  spacious  earth  ; 
His  are  the  sea  and  land — 
They  rose  at  his  command  : 

With  reverence  all  before  him  fall, 
And  on  his  name  devoutly  call. 

3  Come,  kneel  before  his  throne. 
For  he  is  God  alone  ; 

We  are  the  flock  he  leads — 
The  sheep  his  bounty  feeds  : 

To-day — to-day — his  voice  obey  ; 

Grieve  not  the  Holy  Ghost  away. 

Hatfield. 

255  lls&8s. 

E  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of 
the  earth, 
Oh,    serve   him  with   gladness  and 
fear  ; 
Exult  in  his  presence  with  music  and 
mirth, 
With  love  and  devotion  draw  near. 

2  For   Jehovah   is    God,    and    Jehovah 

alone, 
Creator  and  Ruler  o'er  all  ; 
And  we  are  his  people,  his  sceptre  we 

own  ; 
His  sheep,  and  we  follow  his  call. 

3  Oh  enter  his  gates  with  thanksgiving 

and  song. 
Your  vows  in  his  temple  proclaim ! 


B 


His  praise  with  melodious  accordance 
prolong, 
And  bless  his  adorable  name. 
4  For  good    is  the  Lord,  inexpressibly 
good, 
And  we  are  the  work  of  his  hand ; 
His  mercy  and  truth  from  eternity  stood, 
And  shall  to  eternity  stand. 


56 


Montgomery. 


llG  &  SS 


1  'T~^HE  Lord  is  great!    ye  hosts  of 

X  heaven  adore  him, 

And  ye  who  tread  this  earthly  ball ; 
In  holy  songs  rejoice  aloud  before  him, 
And   shout   his    praise   who    made 
you  all. 

2  The  Lord  is  great;  his  majesty  how 

glorious ! 
Resound  his  praise  from    shore  to 

shore  ; 
O'er  sin,   and   death,    and    hell,    now 

made  victorious. 
He  rules  and  reigns  forevermore. 

3  The    Lord  is   great ;   his   mercy,  how 

abounding ! 
Ye  angels,  strike  your  golden  chords  ; 
Oh,  praise  our   God,  with  voice  and 

harp  resounding. 
The  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 

257  10s  &  lis. 

I    (r^\  H,  worship  the  King,  all  glorious 
V_x  above. 

Oh,  gratefully  sing  his  wonderful  love  ! 
Our  Shield  and  Defender,  the  Ancient 

of  days, 
Pavilioned    in    splendor,    and    girded 
with  praise. 


GOD. 


2  Oh  tell  of  his  might,  oh  sing  of  his  ! 

grace,  j 

Whose  I'ohe  is  the  light,  whose  canopy  , 

space  ! 
His  chariot  of  wrath    deep   thunder-  j  2 

clouds  form,  I 

And  dark  is  his  path  on  the  wings  of 

the  storm.  I 

3  Thy  bountiful  care  v/hat  tongue    can 

recite  ? 
It  breathes  in  the  air,  it  shines  in  the 

light,  I 

It  streams  from  the   hills,  it  descends  ' 

to  the  plain, 
And  sweetly  distills  in  the   dew  and 

the  rain. 

4  Frail  children   of  dust,  and  feeble  as 

'  frail, 
In  thee  do  we  trust,  nor  find  thee  to 

fail: 
Thy  mercies  how  tender,  how  firm  to 

the  end. 
Our  Maker,  Defender,  Redeemer,  and 

Friend  ! 

5  O  measureless  Might,  ineffable  Love  ! 
While    angels    delight    to    hymn   thee 

above, 
The  humbler  creation,  though  feeble 

their  lays. 
With  true  adoration  shall  lisp  to  thy    ^ 

praise.  Grant. 

25"  lOs  &  lis. 

I    /^UR  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow 
V_/  thy  Name : 

May  thy  kingdom  holy  on  earth  be  the 
same  : 


Oh  give  to  us  daily  our  portion  of 
bread  : 

It  is  from  thy  bounty  that  all  must  be 
fed. 

Forgive  our  transgressions,  and  teach 
us  to  know 

That  humble  compassion  which  par- 
dons each  foe  ; 

Keep  us  from  temptation,  from  evil 
and  sin. 

And  thine  be  the  glory,  forever! 
Amen  ! 

259  lOs&lls. 

PRAISE  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare 
your  glad  voice, 
His  praise  in  the  great  assembl}'  to 
sing. 
In  their  great  Creator  let  all  men  re- 
joice. 
And  heirs  of  salvation  be  glad  in 
their  King. 
Let    them   his    great   name    devoutly 
adore  ; 
In  loud-swelling  strains  his  praises 
express. 
Who    graciously   opens    his    bountiful 
store. 
Their   wants    to    relieve,    and    his 
children  to  bless. 
With  glory  adorned,  his  people  shall 
sing 
To  God,  who  defence    and   plenty 
supplies  ; 
Their  loud  acclamations  to  him,  their 
great  King, 
Through    earth    shall    be    sounded, 
and  reach  to  the  skies. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


70 


4  Ye  angels  above,  his   glories  who  've 
sung, 
In  loftiest   notes,  now   publish  his 
praise : 
We  mortals,  delighted,  would  borrow 
your  tongue — 
Would  join   in  your  numbers,  and 
chant  to  your  lays. 

Tate,  Varied. 

2C>0  10s  &  lis. 

1  '\/'E  servants  of  God,  your  Master 

X  proclaim. 

And  publish  abroad  his  wonderful 

name  ; 
The    name     all-victorious     of    Jesus . 

extol ; 
His  kingdom   is  glorious  ;  he  rules 

over  all.  j 

2  God  ruleth  on  high,  almighty  to  save  ; 

And  still  he  is  nigh :  his  presence  j 
we  have  ; 
The  great  congregation    his   triumph ' 
shall  sing, 
Ascribing   salvation    to   Jesus,    our 
King. 

3  "Salvation   to  God,  who    sits  on  the 

throne,"  I 

Let  all  cry  aloud,    and    honor  the  ' 
Son  ; 
The  praises  of  Jesus  the  angels  pro- 
claim, 
Fall  down  on  their  faces,  and  wor- 
ship the  Lamb. 

4  Then  let  us  adore,  and  give  him  his 

right — 
All  glory  and   power,   and   wisdom 
and  might ; 


All    honor  and  blessing,  with  angels 
above. 
And  thanks  never   ceasing,  for  in- 
finite love.  C.  Wesley. 

261  H.  M. 

I   '\/'E  boundless  realms  of  joy, 
JL        Exalt  your  Maker's  fame  ; 
His  praise  your  song  employ, 
Above  the  starry  frame  : 
Your  voices  raise,  ye  Cherubim 
And  Seraphim,  to  sing  his  praise. 

■  2  Thou  moon,  that  rul'st  the  night, 
.  And  sun  that  guid'st  the  da}'. 

Ye  glittering  stars  of  light. 
To  him  your  homage  pay : 
His  praise  declare,  ye  heavens  above. 
And  clouds  that  move  in  liquid  air. 

3  Let  them  adore  the  Lord, 
And  praise  his  holy  name, 

By  whose  almighty  word 

They  all  from  nothing  came  : 
And  all  shall  last  from  changes  free ; 
His  firm  decree  stands  ever  fast. 

4  Let  all  of  richest  birth 
With  those  of  humbler  name 

And  judges  of  the  earth, 

His  matchless  praise  proclaim. 
In  this  design,  let  youths  with  maids. 
And  hoary  heads  with  children,  join. 

5  L^nited  zeal  be  shown 
His  wondrous  fame  to  raise, 

Whose  glorious  name  alone 
Deserves  our  endless  praise  ; 
Earth's  utmost  ends  his  power  obey ; 
His  glorious  sway  the  sky  transcends. 

Tate  &  Brady. 


80 


GOD. 


202  H.  M. 

1  'nr^HE  Lord  Jehovah  reigns, 

X        His  throne  is  built  on  high  ; 
The  garments  he  assumes 
Are  hght  and  majesty  ; 
His  glories  shine  with  beams  so  bright, 
No  mortal  eye  can  bear  the  sight. 

2  The  thunders  of  his  hand 

Keep  the  wide  world  in  awe ; 
His  wrath  and  justice  stand, 

To  guard  his  holy  law  ; 
And  wliere  his  love  resolves  to  bless, 
His  truth  confirms  and  seals  the  grace. 

3  Through  all  his  perfect  work, 

Surprising  wisdom  shines  ; 
Confounds  the  powers  of  hell. 

And  breaks  their  curst  designs  ; 
Strong  is  the  arm— and  shall  fulfill 
His  great  decrees,  his  sovereign  will. 

4  And  can  this  mighty  King 

Of  glory  condescend — 
And  will  he  write  his  name. 

My  Father  and  my  Friend  ? 
I  love  his  name,  I  love  his  word  ; 
Join,  all  my  powers,  and  praise  the  Lord  ! 

Watts. 

2^3  c.  p.  M. 

I    T)  EGIN,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay  ; 
X3   Let    each    enraptured    thought 
obey; 
And  praise  th'  Almighty's  name  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth,  and  seas  and 

skies. 
In  one  melodious  concert  rise, 
To  swell  th'  inspiring  theme. 


2  Ye  angels,  catch  the  thrilling  sound, 
While  all  the  adoring  thrones  around 

His  boundless  mercy  sing; 
Let  every  listening  saint  above 
Wake  all  the  tuneful  soul  of  love, 

And  touch  the  sweetest  string. 

3  Whate'er  this  living  world  contains, 
That  wings  the  air  or  treads  the  plains, 

United  praise  bestow ; 
Ye  tenants  of  the  ocean  wide. 
Proclaim  him  through  the  mighty  tide, 

And  in  the  deeps  below. 

4  Wake,  all  ye  soaring  throngs,  and  sing  ; 
Ye  feathered  warblers  of  the  spring, 

Harmonious  anthems  raise 
To  him  who  shaped  your  finer  mold, 
Who  tipped  your  glittering  wings  with 
gold. 

And  tuned  your  voice  to  praise. 

5  Let  man,  by  nobler  passions  swayed. 
Let  man,  in  God's  own  image  made. 

His  breath  in  praise  employ  ; 
Spread  wide  his  Maker's  name  around. 
While  heaven's  broad  arch  rings  back 
the  sound, 

The  song  of  holy  joy  !  Ogilvie. 


2^4  c.  p.  M. 

I   "^/E  fields  of  light,  celestial  plains, 
X      Where    pure,  serene  efi"ulgence 

reigns. 
Ye  scenes  divinely  fair. 
Your  Maker's    wondrous    power  pro- 
claim. 
Tell  how  he  formed  your  shining  frame, 
And  breathed  the  fluid  air. 


PRAISE     TO     GOD. 


81 


2  Join  all  ye  stars,  the  vocal  choir  ; 
Thou  dazzling  orb  of  liquid  fire, 

The  mighty  chorus  aid  ; 
And,  soon  as  evening  vails  the  plain, 
Thou   moon,    prolong    the    hallowed 
strain, 

And  praise  him  in  the  shade. 

3  Thou    heaven    of    heavens,    his   vast 

abode, 
Proclaim  the  glories  of  thy  God  ; 

Ye  worlds  declare  his  might ; 
He  spake  the  word,  and  ye  were  made, 
Darkness  and  dismal  chaos  fled, 

And  nature  sprung  to  light. 

4  Let  every  element  rejoice  ; 

Ye  thunders,  burst  with  awful  voice 

To  him  who  bids  you  roll  ; 
His  praise  in  softer  notes  declare, 
Each  whispering  breeze  of  yielding  air, 
And  breathe  it  to  the  soul,      ogilvie. 

2^5  c.  p.  M. 

1  IV  /r  Y  God,  thy   boundless   love   I 
IVx  praise ; 

How  bright  on  high  its  glories  blaze  ! 

How  sweetly  bloom  below  ! 
It  streams  from  thy  eternal  throne  ; 
Through  heaven  its  joys  forever  run, 

And  o'er  the  earth  they  flow. 

2  'Tis  love  that   paints  the  purple  morn, 
And  bids  the  clouds,  in  air  upborne, 

Their  genial  drops  distil ; 
In  every  vernal  beam  it  glows. 
It  breathes  in  every  gale  that  blows, 

And  glides  in  every  rill. 

3  It  robes  in  cheerful  green  the  ground. 
And  pours  its  flowery  beauties  round, 

Whose  sweets  perfume  the  gale  ; 
6 


Its  bounties  richly  spread  the  plain, 
The  blushing  fruit,  the  golden  grain, 
And  smile  in  every  vale. 

4  But  in  thy  word,  I  see  it  shine 
With  grace  and  glories  more  divine, 

Proclaiming  sin  forgiven  ; 
There  Faith,  bright  cherub,  points  the 

way 
To  realms  of  everlasting  day. 

And  opens  all  her  heaven. 

5  Then  let  the  love  that  makes  me  blest 
With  cheerful  praise  inspire  my  breast, 

And  ardent  gratitude  ; 
And  all  my  thoughts  and  passions  tend 
To  thee,  my  Father  and  my  Friend, 

My  soul's  eternal  good  1 


266 

the 


C.  P.  M. 

vine    its    fruit 


1  ALTHOUGH 
/JL.  deny. 

The  budding  fig-tree  droop  and  die, 

No  oil  the  olive  yield. 
Yet  will  I  trust  still  in  my  God, 
Yea,  bend  rejoicing  to  his  rod. 

And  by  his  grace  be  healed. 

2  Though  fields,  in  verdure  once  arrayed, 
By  whirlwinds  desolate  be  laid. 

Or  parched  by  scorching  beam  ; 
Still  in  the  Lord  shall  be  my  trust, 
My  joy  ;  for,  though  his  frown  is  just. 

His  mercy  is  supreme. 

3  Though  froin  the  fold  the  flock  decay, 
Though  herds  lie  famished  o'er  the  lea. 

And  round  the  empty  stall  ; 
My  soul  above  the  wreck  shall  rise. 
Its  better  joys  are  in  the  skies, 

There  God  is  all  in  all. 


82 


GOD. 


4  In  God  my  strength,  howe'er  distrest, 
I  yet  will  hope  and  calmly  rest, 

Nay,  triumph  in  his  love  ; 
My  lingering  soul,  my  tardy  feet. 
Free  as  the  hind  he  makes,  and  fleet. 

To  speed  my  course  above. 

II.  U.  Onderdonk. 

■^^7  P.M. 

OLY,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord  ! 
Sing,  O  ye  people,  gladly  adore 
him  ; 
Let  the  mountains  tremble  at  his  word  ; 

Let  the  hills  be  joyful  before  him  ; 
Mighty  in  wisdom,  boundless  in  mercy, 
Great  is  Jehovah,  King  over  all. 

2  Praise  him,  praise  him  !  shout  aloud 

for  joy. 
Watchman  of  Zion,  herald  the  story  ; 
Sin  and  death  his  kingdom  shall  de- 
stroy ; 
All  the  earth  shall  sing  of  his  glory; 
Praise  him,  ye  angels,  ye  who  behold 
him  / 

Robed   in   his    splendor   matchless 
divine. 

3  King  eternal,  blessed  be  his  name ! 

So  may  his  children  gladly  adore  him. 
When  in    heaven  we  join  the  happy 
strain. 
When  we  cast  our  bright  crowns  be- 
fore him  ; 
There  in  his  likeness,  joyful  awaking. 
There  we  shall  see  him,    there  we 
shall  sing. 

Occasional  Chorus. 
Holy,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord, 
Let  the  hills  be  joyful  before  him. 


268  8S&7S. 

RAISE  the  Lord,  oh!  praise  him, 
praise  him. 
Praise  the  Lord  who  reigns  above  ! 
Now  with  cheerful  voices  raise  him 
Songs  of  gratitude  and  love. 

2  Praise  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory. 

Praise  the  Lord  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
Tell  to  all  his  wond'rous  story: 
Bid  them  early  seek  his  face. 

3  Praise  the  Lord  with  loud  hosannas. 

Praise  him  with  the  mighty  throng  : 
Write  his  name  upon  your  banners, 
Be  his  praise  your  battle  song  ! 

4  Praise  the  Giver  of  Salvation, 

Praise  him  every  clime  and  tongue  : 
Heav'n  and  earth,  and  all  creation 
Shout  aloud  in  joyful  song. 

Cameron. 

Occasional  Chorus. 
Praise  him,  all  ye  great  creation  ; 
Praise  him,  every  clime  and  nation  ; 
Praise  the  Giver  of  Salvation  ; 
Praise  the  Lord  for  evermore. 

269  8S&7S. 

1  T  T  ARK!    what  mean  those   holy 
ITJ.  voices. 

Sweetly  sounding  through  the  skies  ? 
Lo  !  th'  angelic  host  rejoices  ; 
Heavenly  hallelujahs  rise. 

2  Hear  them  tell  the  wondrous  story. 

Hear  them  chant  in  hymns  of  joy, 
"Glory  in  the  highest— glory  ! 
Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! 

3  "  Peace  on  earth,  good-will  from  heaven, 

Reaching  far  as  man  is  found  ; 


CHRIST'S    NATIVITY. 


83 


Souls  redeemed,  and  sins  forgiven  !  " — 
Loud  our  golden  harps  shall  sound. 

"  Christ  is  born,  the  great  Anointed  ; 

Heaven  and  earth  his  praises  sing  ! 
Oh  receive  whom  God  appointed, 

For     your     Prophet,     Priest,     and 
King ! 

"  Haste,  ye  mortals,  to  adore  him  ; 

Learn  his  name,  and  taste  his  joy; 
Till  in  heaven  ye  sing  before  him — 

'  Glory  be  to  God  most  high  ! '  " 

Cawood. 


'S 


270  8S&7S. 

HEPHERDS!  hail  the  wondrous 
stranger ; 
Now  to  Bethle'm  speed  your  way ; 
Lo  !  in  yonder  humble  manger, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  born  to-day  ! 

2  Christ,  by  prophets  long-predicted, 

Joy  of  Israel's  chosen  race  ; 
Light  to  Gentiles  long-afflicted. 
Lost  in  error's  darkest  maze. 

3  Bright  the  star  of  5'Our  salvation, 

Pointing  to  his  rude  abode  ! 
Rapturous  news  for  every  nation  : 
Mortals  !  now  behold  your  God  ! 

4  Glad,  we  trace  th'  amazing  story, 

Angels  leave  their  bliss  to  tell  ; 
Theme  sublime,  replete  with  glor}' — 
Sinners     saved     from     death    and 
hell. 

5  Love  eternal  moved  the  Saviour 

Thus  to  lay  his  radiance  by'; 
Blessings  on  the  Lamb  forever — 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high  ! 


27^  8s&7s. 

1  A  NGELS,  from  the  realms  of  glory, 
ir\.     Wing   your  flight  o'er  all    the 

earth, 
Ye  who  sang  creation's  story, 
Now  proclaim  Messiah's  birth  ; 

Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

2  Shepherds,  in  the  field  abiding. 

Watching  o'er  your  flocks  by  night, 
God  with  man  is  now  residing ; 
Yonder  shines  the  infant  Light  ; 

Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

3  Sages,  leave  your  contemplations. 

Brighter  visions  beam  afar  ; 

Seek  the  great  Desire  of  nations  ; 

Ye  have  seen  his  natal  star  ; 

Come  and  worship, 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

4  Saints,  before  the  altar  bending. 

Watching  long  in  hope  and  fear, 
Suddenly  the  Lord,  descending, 
In  his  temple  shall  appear ; 

Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

5  Sinners,    wrung     with     true     repent- 

ance, 
Doomed  for  guilt  to  endless  pains. 
Justice  now  revokes  the  sentence ; 
Mercy     calls     you  ;      break     your 
chains  ; 
Come  and  worship. 
Worship  Christ  the  new-born  King. 

Montgomery. 


84 


GOD. 


272  7s.  D. 

1  T  T  ARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
X  1    "Glory  to  the  new-born  King! 

Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 
Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise, 
Join  the  triumph  of  the  skies  ; 
With  th'  angelic  host  proclaim, 
"Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

2  Christ,  by  highest  heaven  adored  ; 
Christ  the  everlasting  Lord  ; 
Late  in  time  behold  him  come, 
Offspring  of  the  favored  one. 
Veil'd  in  flesh,  ihe  Godhead  see  ; 
Hail  the  incarnate  Deity  : 
Pleased,  as  man,  with  men  to  dwell, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel ! 

3  Hail !     the     heaven-born     Prince     of 

peace ! 
Hail !  the  Sun  of  Righteousness  ! 
Light  and  life  to  all  he  brings. 
Risen  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by, 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  : 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth, 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

Wesley. 

Occasional  Chorus. 
Hark  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  !  " 


273  7s. 

ARK  !  the  herald  angels  sing, 
"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! 
Peace  on  earth,  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled." 


H 


2  Joyful,  all  ye  nations,  rise  ; 
Join  the  triumphs  of  the  skies  ; 
With  the  angelic  hosts  proclaim, 
"  Christ  is  born  in  Bethlehem." 

3  Mild  he  lays  his  glory  by  ; 
Born  that  man  no  more  may  die  ; 
Born  to  raise  the  sons  of  earth  ; 
Born  to  give  them  second  birth. 

4  Veiled  in  flesh,  the  Godhead  see: 
Hail,  the  incarnate  Deity, 
Pleased,  as  man,  with  men  to  appear, 
Jesus,  our  Immanuel,  here. 

5  Let  us  then  with  angels  sing, 

"  Glory  to  the  new-born  King  ! — 
Peace  on  earth  and  mercy  mild, 
God  and  sinners  reconciled  !  " 

C.  Wesley. 

274  7s. 

1  T_T  E  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God ! 
X~J.    Lt^ft  for  us  his  glad  abode ; 

Stooping  from  his  throne  of  bliss, 
To  this  darksome  wilderness  ! 

2  He  has  come,  the  Prince  of  peace! 
Come  to  bid  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
Come  to  scatter,  with  his  light. 

All  the  shadows  of  our  night. 

3  He,  the  mighty  King,  has  come  ! 
Making  this  poor  earth  his  home  ; 
Come  to  bear  our  sin's  sad  load. 
Son  of  David,  Son  of  God! 

4  He  has  come,  whose  name  of  grace 
Speaks  deliverance  to  our  race  ; 
Left  for  us  his  glad  abode. 

Son  of  Mary,  Son  of  God  ! 


CHRIST'S    NATIVITY. 


85 


275  7s. 

1  /~^  OD  with  us  !  oh,  wondrous  name  ! 
V_T  Manifest  in  flesh  he  came, 
Hiding  in  a  form  hke  mine 

All  his  attributes  divine. 

2  Equal  with  the  Father,  still 
He  obeys  the  Father's  will, 
Lays  his  rightful  glories  by, 
Comes,  as  man,  for  man  to  die. 

3  While  as  man  on  earth  he  dwelt, 
As  true  God  his  power  was  felt ; 
At  his  voice  diseases  fled. 
Opening  graves  restored  their  dead. 

4  As  a  man  he  groans  and  dies. 
Prisoned  in  the  tomb  he  lies ; 
Soon  he  rises  from  the  grave, 
Man  to  die,  but  God  to  save. 

B.  Manly,  Jr. 

27^  8s&  7s. 

1  T  T  AIL  !  thou  long-expected  Jesus, 
X   X      Born  to  set  thy  people  free  : 

From  our  sins  and  fears  release  us. 
Let  us  find  our  rest  in  thee". 

2  Israel's  strength  and  consolation, 

Hope  of  all  the  saints,  thou  art ; 
Long  desired  of  every  nation, 
Joy  of  every  waiting  heart. 

3  Born  thy  people  to  deliver. 

Born  a  child,  yet  God  our  King, 
Born  to  reign  in  us  forever. 

Now  thy  gracious  kingdom  bring. 

4  By  thine  own  eternal  Spirit, 

Rule  in  all  our  hearts  alone  ; 
By  thine  all-sufficient  merit. 

Raise  us  to  thy  glorious  throne. 

C.  Wesley. 


'^11  8s  &  7s. 

HARK!     a     thrilling     voice     is 
sounding ;  ^ 

"  Christ  is  nigh,"  it  seems  to  say  ; 
"  Cast  away  the  dreams  of  darkness, 
O  ye  children  of  the  day  !  " 

Wakened  by  the  solemn  warning, 
Let  the  earth-bound  soul  arise  ; 

Christ,  her  Sun,  all  ill  dispelling. 
Shines  upon  the  morning  skies. 

Lo !  the  Lamb,  so  long-expected, 
Comes    with     pardon    down    from 
heaven  ; 

Let  us  haste,  with  tears  of  sorrow. 
One  and  all  to  be  forgiven. 

That  when  next  he  comes  with  glor)- 
And  the  world  is  wrapped  in  fear, 

With  his  mercy  he  may  shield  us, 
And  with  words  of  love  draw  near. 

Honor,  glory,  might,  and  blessing, 
To  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 

With  the  everlasting  Spirit, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 

27^  8s&7s. 

COME  ye  lofty,  come  ye  lowly, 
Let    your    songs   of   gladness 
ring ; 
In  a  stable  lies  the  Holy, 
In  a  manger  rests  the  King. 

Come  ye  poor,  no  pomp  of  station 
Robes  the  child  your  hearts  adore : 

He,  the  Lord  of  your  salvation. 

Shares  your  want,  is  weak  and  poor. 

Oxen,  round  about  behold  them  ! 
All  is  naked,  cold  and  bare  ! 


Sr3 


GOD. 


See  the  shepherds,  God  has  told  them 
That  the  Prince  of  Life  Hes  there. 

4  Let  us  bring  our  poor  oblations, 

Thanks    and    love    and   faith    and 
praise, 
Come  ye  people,  come  ye  nations. 
One  and  all  on  him  to  gaze. 

5  IT  ark,  the  heaven  of  heavens  is  ring- 

'"to? 

Christ  the  Lord  to  man  is  born ! 
Are  not  all  our  hearts,  too,  singing, 
Welcome,  welcome,  happy  morn  ! 

279 

SHOUT    the   glad    tidings,    exult- 
ingly  sing ;  ! 

Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  1 1 

1  Zion,  the  marvellous  story  be  telling,    ' 

The  Son  of  the  Highest,  how  lowly  | 
his  birth !  | 

The   brightest  archangel  in  glory  ex- 
celling, 
He  stoops  to  redeem  thee,  he  reigns 
upon  earth  ! 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King  ! 

2  Tell   how  he  cometh  ;  from  nation  to 

nation, 

The    heart-cheering   news    let    the 
earth  echo  round  ; 
How  free  to  the  faithful  he  offers  sal- 
vation. 

How  his  people  with  joy  everlasting 
are  crovvn'd. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing  ; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King! 


Mortals,  your   homage   be    gratefully 
bringing. 
And  sweet  let  the  gladsome  hosanna 
arise  ; 
Ye  angels,  the  full  hallelujah  be  sing- 
in""  ■ 
One    chorus    resound    through   the 
earth  and  the  skies. 

Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing; 
Jerusalem  triumphs,  Messiah  is  King ! 

MUHLENBURG. 

280  8S&7S. 

SAW  you  never  in  the  twilight. 
When  the  sun  has  left  the  skies, 
Up  in  heaven  the  clear  stars  shining 

Through  the  gloom  like  silver  eyes .'' 
So  of  old  the  wise  men,  watching, 

Saw  a  little  stranger  star: 
And  they  knew  the  King  was  given  ; 
And  they  followed  it  from  far. 

Heard  you  never  of  the  story 

How  they  crossed  the  desert  wild. 
Journeyed  on  by  plain  and  mountain, 

Till  they  found  the  holy  Child- 
How  they  opened  all  their  treasure, 

Kneeling  to  that  infiant  King, 
Gave  the  gold  and  fragrant  incense, 

Gave  the  myrrh  in  offering .'' 

Know  you  not  that  lowly  infant 

Was  the  bright  and  Morning  Star, 
He  who  came  to  light  the  Gentiles 

And  the  darkened  isles  afar.? 
And  we  too  may  seek  his  cradle. 

There  our  hearts'  best  treasure  bring : 
Love  and  faith  and  true  devotion, 

For  our  Saviour,  God,  and  King. 


CHRIST'S    NATIVITY. 


87 


20l  C.  M. 

OY   to    the    world,    the    Lord    is 

come ! 
Let  earth  receive  her  King  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  him  room, 
And  heaven  and  nature  since. 


J 


2  Joy  to  the  world,  the  Saviour  reigns  ; 

Let  men  their  songs  employ  ; 
While  fields  and  floods,  rocks,  hills, 

and  plains 
Repeat  the  sounding  joy. 

3  No  more  let  sin  and  sorrow  grow. 

Nor  thorns  infest  the  ground  ; 
He  comes  to  make  his  blessings  flow 
Far  as  the  curse  is  found. 

4  He   rules  the  world   with   truth   and 

grace, 
And  makes  the  nations  prove 
The  glories  of  his  righteousness, 
And  wonders  of  his  love.  watts. 

282  c.M. 

1  O  ING  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands, 
v!3     Ye  tribes  of  every  tongue  ; 

His  new-discovered  grace  demands 
A  new  and  nobler  song. 

2  Say  to  the  nations  Jesus  reigns, 

God's  own  almighty  Son  j 
His  power  the  sinking  world  sustains. 
And  grace  surrounds  his  throne. 

3  Let  heaven  proclaim  the  joyful  day  ; 

Joy  through  the  earth  be  seen  ; 
Let  cities  shine  in  bright  array, 
And  fields  in  cheerful  green. 

4  Let  an  unusual  joy  surprise 

The  islands  of  the  sea  ; 


Ye  mountains,  sink  ;  ye  valleys,  rise  ; 
Prepare  the  Lord  his  way. 

5  Eehold,  he  comes  ;  he  comes  to  bless  • 

The  nations,  as  their  God, 
To  show  the  world  his  righteousness. 
And  send  his  truth  abroad. 

6  But  when   his   voice    shall   raise    the 

dead. 
And  bid  the  world  draw  near, 
How  will  the  guilty  nations  dread 
To  see  their  Judge  appear  ! 

Watts. 

2^3  CM. 

ORTALS,  awake,  with  angels 
join, 

And  chant  the  solemn  lay  ; 
Joy,  love,  and  gratitude,  combine 
To  hail  th'  auspicious  day. 

2  In  heaven  the  rapturous  song  began, 

And  sweet  seraphic  fire 
Through  all  the  shining  legions  ran, 
And  strung  and  tuned  the  lyre. 

3  Swift  through  the  vast  expanse  it  flew. 

And  loud  the  echo  rolled  ; 
The   theme,    the   song,   the  joy,  was 
new, 
'Twas  more  than  heaven  could  hold. 

4  Down  through  the  portals  of  the  sky 

Th'  impetuous  torrent  ran  ; 
And  angels  flew,  with  eager  joy, 
To  bear  the  news  to  man. 

5  Hail !  Prince  of  life  !  forever  hail, 

Redeemer,  brother,  friend  ! 
Though  earth,  and  time,  and  life  should 
fail. 
Thy  praise  shall  never  end. 

Medley. 


GOD. 


284  C.  M. 

1  T  T  ARK !  the  glad  sound  !  the  Sav- 
XX  iour  comes, 

The  Saviour  promised  long  ! 
Let  every  heart  prepare  a  throne, 
And  every  voice  a  song. 

2  He  comes,  the  prisoner  to  release, 

In  Satan's  bondage  held  ; 
The  gates  of  brass  before  him  burst, 
The  iron  fetters  yield. 

3  He  comes,  from  thickest  films  of  vice 

To  clear  the  mental  ray. 
And  on  the  eyeballs  of  the  blind 
To  pour  celestial  day. 

4  He  comes,  the  broken  heart  to  bind, 

The  bleeding  soul  to  cure. 
And  with  the  treasures  of  his  grace 
To  enrich  the  humble  poor. 

5  Our  glad  hosannas,  Prince  of  Peace, 

The  welcome  shall  proclaim, 
And  heaven's  eternal  arches  ring 

With  thy  beloved  name.        Doddridge. 

285  C.M. 

1  A  NGELS  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 
Xl.     At  our  Redeemer's  birth  ; 
Mortals !   awake  ;   let  every  tongue 

Proclaim  his  matchless  worth. 

2  Glory  to  God,  who  dwells  on  high, 

And  sent  his  only  Son 
To  take  a  servant's  form,  and  die. 
For  evils  we  had  done  ! 

3  Good-will  to  men  ;  ye  fallen  race  ! 

Arise,  and  shout  for  joy  ; 
He  comes,  with  rich,  abounding  grace. 
To  save,  and  not  destroy. 


Lord  !  send  the  gracious  tidings  forth. 
And  fill  the  world  with  light. 

That   Jew    and   Gentile,  through   the 
earth. 
May  know  thy  saving  might. 

HURN. 
286 

"^^^  C.  M.    D. 

WHILE   angels   thus,    O   Lord, 
rejoice, 
Shall  men  no  anthem  raise  ? 
Oh,  may  we  lose  these  useless  tongues. 

When  we  forget  to  praise. 
Then  let  us  swell  responsive  notes, 

And  join  the  heavenly  throng; 
For  angels  no  such  love  have  known. 
As  we,  to  wake  their  song. 

Good-will  to  sinful  dust  is  shown, 

And  peace  on  earth  is  given  ; 
For  lo  !  th'  incarnate  Saviour  comes, 

With  news  of  joy  from  heaven. 
Mercy  and  truth  with  sweet  accord, 

His  rising  beams  adorn  ; 
Let  heaven  and  earth  in  concert  sing, 

'"The  promised  child  is  born!" 

207  c.  M.    D. 

T  came  upon  the  midnight  clear. 
That  glorious  song  of  old, 
From  angels  bending  near  the  earth 

To  touch  their  harps  of  gold  : 
"  Peace  to  the  earth,  good-will  to  man, 
From  heaven's  all-gracious  King  :  " 
The  earth  in  solemn  stillness  lay. 

To  hear  the  angels  sing. 
Still    through    the    cloven    skies  they 
come, 
With  peaceful  wings  unfurled  ; 


CHRIST'S    NATIVITY. 


80 


And  still  celestial  music  floats 

O'er  all  the  weary  world  ; 
Above  its  sad  and  lowly  plains 

They  bend  on  heavenly  wing, 
And  ever  o'er  its  Babel  sounds, 

The  blessed  angels  sing. 

3  Oh  ye,  beneath  life's  crushing  load, 

Whose  forms  are  bending  low, 
Who  toil  along  the  climbing  way, 

With  painful  steps  and  slow. 
Look  up  !  for  glad  and  golden  hours 

Come  swiftly  on  the  wing  : 
Oh  rest  beside  the  weary  road, 

And  hear  the  angels  sing ! 

4  For  lo,  the  days  are  hastening  on, 

By  prophet-bards  foretold. 
When  with  the  ever-circling  years 

Comes  round  the  age  of  gold! 
When  peace  shall  over  all  the  earth 

Its  final  splendors  fling, 
And  the  whole  world  send  back  the 
song 

Which  now  the  angels  sing  !       seaks. 

288  C.M. 

HILE  shepherds  watch'd  their 
flocks  by  night. 
All  seated  on  the  ground. 
The  angel  of  the  Lord  came  down, 
And  glory  shone  around. 

2  "  Fear  not,"  said  he, — for  mighty  dread 

Had  seized  their  troubled  mind, — 
"  Glad  tidings  of  great  joy  I  bring. 
To  you  and  all  mankind. 

3  "  To  you,  in  David's  town,  this  day, 

Is  born  of  David's  line, 
The  Saviour,  who  is  Christ,  the  Lord, 
And  this  shall  be  the  si2;n  : — 


w 


4  "  The  heavenly  babe  you  there  shall 

find 
To  human  view  displayed. 
All  meanly  wrapped  in  swathing  bands, 
And  in  a  manger  laid." 

5  Thus  spake  the  seraph — and  forthwith 

Appeared  a  shining  throng 
Of  angels,  praising  God,  who  thus 
Addressed  their  joyful  song: — 

6  "  All  glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

And  to  the  earth  be  peace  ; 
Good-will  henceforth  from  heaven  to 
men 
Begin,  and  never  cease !  "  Tate. 

289 

ESSIAH  !     at    thy 

proach 

The  howling  winds  are  still ; 

Thy  praises  fill  the  lonely  waste, 

And  breathe  from  every  hill. 

Renewed,  the  earth  a  robe  of  light, 

A  robe  of  beauty  wears  ; 
And  in  new  heavens  a  brighter  sun 

Leads  on  the  promised  years. 

Let  Israel  to  the  Prince  of  Peace 

The  loud  hosanna  sing  ; 
With  hallelujahs,  and  with  hymns, 

O  Zion,  hail  thy  King !  Locan. 


C. 

dad 


M. 
ap- 


290  C.  M. 

AWAKE,  awake  the  sacred  song 
Jr\.     To  our  incarnate  Lord  ! 
Let  every  heart  and' every  tongue 
Adore  th'  eternal  Word. 

That  awful  Word,  that  sovereign  Power 
Bv  whom  the  worlds  were  made — 


DO 


GOD. 


Oh,  happy  morn !  ilkistrious  hour  ! — 
Was  once  in  flesh  arrayed ! 

3  Then  shone  ahnighty  power  and  love, 

In  all  their  glorious  forms, 
When  Jesus  left  his  throne  above, 
To  dwell  with  sinful  worms. 

4  Adoring  angels  tuned  their  songs 

To  hail  the  joyful  day  : 
With  rapture  then  let  mortal  tongues 
Their  grateful  worship  pay. 

5  V/hat  glory,  Lord,  to  thee  is  due  ! 

With  wonder  we  adore  ; 
But  could  we  sing  as  angels  do. 
Our  highest  praise  were  poor. 

Steele. 

291  L.M. 

1  "\  ^  7  HEN  marshall'd  on  the  nightly 

VV  plain. 

The  glittering  host  bestud  the  sky, 
One  star  alone,  of  all  the  train, 

Can  fix  the  sinner's  wandering  eye. 

2  Hark !     hark  !     to    God    the    chorus 

breaks, 
From  ev'ry  host,  from  ev'ry  gem  ; 
But  one  alone  the  Saviour  speaks — 
It  is  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 

3  Once  on  the  raging  seas  I  rode, 

The  storm  was  loud,  the  night  was 
dark ; 
The  ocean  yawned,  and  rudely  blowed 

The  wind  that  tossed  my  founder- 
ing bark. 

4  Deep  horror  then  my  vitals  froze. 

Death-struck,' I  ceased  the  tide  to 
stem ; 
When  suddenly  a  Star  arose — 
It  was  the  Star  of  Bethlehem. 


It  was  my  guide,  my  light,  my  all  ; 

It  bade  my  dark  forebodings  cease  ; 
And  through  the  storm,  and  danger's 
thrall. 

It  led  me  to  the  port  of  peace. 
Now  safely  moored — my  perils  o'er, 

I'll  sing,  first  in  night's  diadem, 
Forever  and  forevermore. 

The  Star — the  Star  of  Bethlehem  ! 

H.  KiRKE  White. 

292  L.M. 

WHEN  Jordan  hushed  his  waters 
still. 
And  silence  slept  on  Zion's  hill, 
When  Bethlehem's  shepherds,  through 

the  night, 
Watched   o'er   their   flocks    b}'  starry 

light- 
Hark  !  from  the  midnight  hills  around, 
A  voice  of  more  than  mortal  sound, 
In  distant  hallelujahs  stole, 
^^^ild  murmuring  o'er  the  raptured  soul. 

On  wheels  of  light,  on  wings  of  flame. 
The  glorious  hosts  of  Zion  came  ; 
High  heaven  with   songs  of  triumph 

rung, 
While  thus  they  struck  their  harps  and 

sung  : 
"  O  Zion,  lift  thy  raptured  eye  ; 
The  long-expected  hour  is  nigh ; 
The  joys  of  nature  rise  again  ; 
The  Prince  of  Salem  comes  to  reign. 

"  See,  Mercy,  from  her  golden  urn, 
Pours    a    rich    stream    to    them     that 

mourn  ; 
Behold,  she  binds,  with  tender  care, 
The  bleeding  bosom  of  despair. 


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91 


6  "  He    comes  to  cheer   the    trembUng 
heart ; 
Bids  Satan  and  his  host  depart; 
Again  the  day-star  gilds  the  gloom, 
Again  the  bowers  of  Eden  bloom. 

T.  Cajipbell. 

293  L.M. 

1  \J^  7"AKE,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the 

V  V  morn, 

For  unto  us  a  Saviour  's  born  ; 
See,  how  the  angels  wing  their  way, 
To  usher  in  the  glorious  day ! 

2  Hark  !  what  sweet  music,  what  a  song, 
Sounds     from    the     bright,    celestial 

throng ! 

Sweet  song,  whose  melting  sounds  im- 
part 

Joy  to  each  raptured,  listening  heart 


H 


294  7S&6S. 

AIL  to  the  Lord's  Anointed, 
Great  David's  greater  Son  ; 
Hail,  in  the  time  appointed, 
His  reign  on  earth  begun  ! 
He  comes  to  break  oppression. 

To  set  the  captive  free, 
To  take  away  transgression, 
And  rule  in  equity. 

2   He  comes  with  succor  speed}^, 

To  those  who  suffer  wrong  ; 
To  help  the  poor  and  needy, 

And  bid  the  weak  be  strong  ; 
To  give  them  songs  for  sighing, 

Their  darkness  turn  to  light, 
Whose  souls,  condemned  and  dying, 

Were  precious  in  his  sight. 


3  He  shall  descend  like  showers 

Upon  the  fruitful  earth  ; 
And  love  and  joy,  like  flowers, 

Spring  in  his  path  to  birth : 
Before  him,  on  the  mountains. 

Shall  peace,  the  herald,  go  ; 
And  righteousness,  in  fountains, 

From  hill  to  valley  flow. 

4  Arabia's  desert-ranger 

To  him  shall  bow  the  knee. 
The  Ethiopian  stranger 

His  glory  come  to  see  ; 
With  offerings  of  devotion, 

Ships  from  the  Isles  shall  meet, 
To  pour  the  wealth  of  ocean 

In  tribute  at  his  feet. 

5  Kings  shall  fall  down  before  him. 

And  gold  and  incense  bring, 
All  nations  shall  adore  him. 

His  praise  all  people  sing : 
For  he  shall  have  dominion 

O'er  river,  sea,  and  shore, 
Far  as  the  eagle's  pinion 

Or  dove's  light  wing  can  soar. 

6  To  him  shall  prayer  unceasing. 

And  daily  vows  ascend  ; 
His  kingdom,  still  increasing, 

A  kingdom  without  end  : 
The  tide  of  time  shall  never 

His  covenant  remove  ; 
Flisname  shall  stand  forever; 

That  name  to  us  is  Love. 

Montgomery. 

295  7s  &  6s. 

^   "\  A  /"HEN  his  salvation  bringing, 
VV       To  Zion  Jesus  came. 
The  children  all  stood  singing 
Hosanna  to  his  name. 


92 


GOD. 


2  Nor  did  their  zeal  offend  him, 

But  as  he  rode  along, 
He  bade  them  still  attend  him. 
And  smiled  to  hear  their  song. 

3  .Then  since  the  Lord  retaineth 

His  love  for  children  still — 
Though  now  as  King  he  reigneth 
On  Zion's  heavenly  hill — 

4  We'll  flock  around  his  banner, 

Who  sits  upon  the  throne. 
And  sing  aloud,  H^osanna  ! 
To  David's  royal  Son. 


H.  M. 
'ARK  !  what  celestial  sounds, 
What  music  fills  the  air  ! 
Soft  warbling  to  the  morn. 
It  strikes  the  ravished  ear ; 
Now  all  is  still ;  now  wild  it  floats 
In  tuneful  notes,  loud,  sweet,  and  shrill. 

2  The  angelic  hosts  descend 

With  harmony  divine  ; 
See  hov/  from  heaven  they  bend. 
And  in  full  chorus  join. 
"  Fear  not,"  say  they  ; "  great  joy  we  bring : 
Jesus,  your  King,  is  born  to-day. 

3  "  He  comes,  your  souls  to  save 

From  death's  eternal  gloom  ; 
To  realms  of  bliss  and  light 

He  lifts  you  from  the  tomb : 
Your  voices  raise  ;  with  sons  of  light 
Your  songs  unite  of  endless  praise. 

4  "  Glory  to  God  on  high  ! 

Ye  mortals,  spread  the  sound. 
And  let  your  raptures  fly, 

To  earth's  remotest  bound  ; 
For  peace  on  earth,  from  God  in  heaven 
To  man  is  given,  at  Jesus'  birth." 


297  H.  M. 

1  T  T  ARK  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 
1   X      Roll  o'er  the  heavenly  plains, 

And  seraphs  find  employ 
For  their  sublimest  strains  ; 
Some  new  delight  in  heaven  is  known  ; 
Loud    sound     the     harj^s     around    the 
throne. 

2  Hark  !  hark  ! — the  sounds  draw  nigh, 

The  joyful  hosts  descend  ; 
Jesus  forsakes  the  sk}^. 

To  earth  his  footsteps  bend  ; 
He  comes  to  bless  our  fallen  race  ; 
He  comes  with  messages  of  grace. 

3  Bear,  bear  the  tidings  round  ; 

Let  every  mortal  know 
What  love  in  God  is  found. 

What  pity  he  can  show  ; 
Ye  winds  that  blow,  )'e  waves  that  roll, 
Bear  the  glad  news  from  pole  to  pole. 

4  Strike,  strike  the  harps  again. 

To  great  Immanuel's  name  ; 
Arise,  ye  sons  of  men. 

And  all  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
Angels  and  men,  wake  every  string, 
'Tis  God  the  Saviour's  praise  we  sing  ! 

298  lis. 
I    T)  RIGHTEST  and  best  of  the  sons 

J3  of  the  morning! 

Dawn  on  our  darkness,  and  lend  us 
thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning, 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemei 
is  laid. 


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93 


2  Cold  on  his  cradle  the  dew-drops  are  I 

shining ;  | 

Low  lies  his  head  with  the  beasts  of  I 

the  stall :  ! 

Angels  adore  him  in  slumber  reclining,  \ 

Maker,  and  Monarch,  and  Saviour  \ 

of  all. 

3  Say,  shall  we  yield  him,  in  costly  de- 

votion, 
Odors  of  Edom,  and  offerings  divine, 
Gems  of  the  mountain,  and  pearls  of 

the  ocean, 
Myrrh  from  the  forest,  and  gold  from 

the  mine  ? 

4  Vainly  we  offer  each  ample  oblation, 

Vainly  with   gifts   would  his   favor 

secure ; 
Richer,  by  far,  is  the  heart's  adoration, 
Dearer  to  God    are  the  prayers  of 

the  poor. 

5  Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the 

meaning! 
Dawn   on   our  darkness,  and   lend  us 

thine  aid  ! 
Star  of  the  East,  the  horizon  adorning. 
Guide  where  our  infant  Redeemer 

is  laid.  Heber. 

299  CM. 

1  T)  RIGHT  was  the  guiding  star  that 
\J         led 

With  mild,  benignant  ray. 

The  Gentiles  to  the  lowly  shed, 

Where  the  Redeemer  lay. 

2  But  lo  !  a  brighter,  clearer  light, 

Now  points  to  his  abode ; 


It   shines    through    sin    and  sorrow's 
night. 
To  guide  us  to  our  God. 

3  Oh,  haste  to  follow  where  it  leads  ! 

The  gracious  call  obey ; 
Be  rugged  wilds,  or  flowery  meads. 
The  Christian's  destined  way. 

4  Oh,  gladly  tread  the  narrow  path 

While  light  and  grace  are  given  ! 
Who  meekly  follow  Christ  on  earth 
Shall"  reign  with  him  in  heaven. 

Lyte. 

300  CM. 

1  'T^O  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born, 

X        To  us  a  Son  is  given  ; 
Him  shall  the  tribes  of  earth  obey. 
Him  all  the  hosts  of  heaven. 

2  His  name  shall  be  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Forevermore  adored. 
The  Wonderful,  the  Counsellor, 
The  great  and  mighty  Lord. 

3  His  power  increasing  still  shall  spread, 

His  reign  no  end  shall  know  : 
Justice  shall  guard  his  throne  above, 
And  peace  abound  below. 

John  Morrison. 

301  CM. 

1  T  N    stature     grows     the    heavenly 
1  Child, 

With  death  before  his  eyes  ; 
A  Lamb  unblemished,  meek  and  mild, 
Prepared  for  sacrifice. 

2  The  Son  of  God  his  glory  hides 

With  parents  mean  and  poor  ; 
And  be  who  made  the  heavens  abides 
In  dwelling-place  obscure. 


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GOD. 


3  Those  mighty  hands  that  stay  the  sky, 

No  earthly  toil  refuse  ; 
And  he  who  set  the  stars  on  high, 
A  humble  trade  pursues. 

4  He  before  whom  the  angels  stand. 

At  whose  behest  they  fly, 
Now  yields  himself  to  man's  command. 
And  lays  his  glory  by. 

5  The  Father's  name  we  loudly  raise, 

The  Son  we  all  adore. 
The  Holy  Ghost,  One  God,  we  praise. 
Both  now  and  evermore. 

302  L.M. 

1  ^T^HE  Word,  with  God   the  Father  I  ^ 

i  One, 

Before  the  heav'ns  and  earth  were 
made, 
Is  now  the  Virgin's  new-born  Son, 
Upon  her  lowly  bosom  laid. 

2  Already  on  his  sinless  head 

The  streams  of  wrath  begin  to  flow  ; 
Already  on  his  infant  bed 

The  pangs  of  grief  he  deigns  to  know. 

3  The  lowliest  poverty  he  bears 

That  we  maybe  with  wealth  supplied, 
He  weeps  :  O  precious  grief  and  tears ! 
Through  him  the  world  is  purified. 

4  Jesus,  who  camest  from  on  high 

To  be  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 

Leave  not  thy  ransomed  flock  to  die, 

Nor  let  thy  toil  be  spent  in  vain. 

1,^1  L.M. 

I     I  ESUS  a  child  his  course  begun  : 

How   radiant   dawned    his  hea- 
venly day ! 
And  those  who  such  a  race  would  run, 
As  early  should  be  on  their  way. 


J 


His  Father's  business  was  his  care; 

Yet  in  man's  favor  still  he  grew  : 
Oh,   might  we  learn  by  thought  and 
prayer, 

Like  him  a  work  of  love  to  do  ! 

For  all  mankind  he  came,  nor  yet 
An  infant's  visit  would  deny  ; 

Nor  friend  nor  mother  did  forget 
In  his  last  hour  of  agony. 

O  children,  ask  him  to  impart 

That  spirit  clear,  that  temper  mild, 

Which  made  the  mother  in  her  heart 
Keep  all  the  sayings  of  her  Child. 

Bless  him  who  said,  of  such  as  you 
His  Father's  kingdom  is,  and- still, 

His  yoke  to  bear,  his  work  to  do. 
Study  his  life  to  learn  his  will. 


304 


OSSOLI. 


L.  M. 


''  O  EE  how  he  loved!"  exclaimed 

w3         the  Jews, 

As  tender  tears  from  Jesus  fell ; 
My  grateful  heart  the  thought  pursues, 

And  on  the  theme  delights  to  dwell. 

See  how  he  loved,  who  traveled  on. 
Teaching  the  doctrine  from  the  skies! 

Who  bade  disease  and  pain  begone. 
And  called  the  sleeping  dead  to  rise. 

See  how  he  loved,  who  never  shrank 
From  toil  or  danger,  pain  or  death  ! 

Who  all  the  cup  of  sorrow  drank. 
And  meekly  yielded  up  his  breath. 

Such  love  can  we,  unmoved,  survey? 

Oh,  may  our  breasts  with  ardor  glow, 
To  tread  his  steps,  his  laws  obey. 

And  thus  our  warm  affections  show! 


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I 


Z^S  lis  &  8s. 

THINK,  when  I  read  that  sweet 
story  of  old, 
When  Jesus  was  here  among  men. 
How  he  called  little  children  as  Iambs 
to  his  fold, 
I   should   like    to  have   been    with 
them  then. 

2  I  wish  that  his  hands  had  been  placed 

on  my  head. 
That   his    arms    had   been    thrown 

around  me, 
And  that  I  might  have  seen  his  kind 

look,  when  he  said, 
"  Let  the  little  ones  come  unto  me." 

3  Yet  still  to  his  footstool  in  prayer  I 

may  go, 
And  ask  for  a  share  in  his  love  ; 
And  if  I  thus  earnestly,  seek  him  below, 
I  shall  see  him  and  hear  him  above — 

4  In  that  beautiful  place  he  has  gone  to 

prepare. 
For  all  who  are  washed  and  forgiv'n  ; 
And  many  dear  children  are  gathering 

there, 
"  Forofsuchisthe  kingdom  of  heav'n." 

5  I  long  for  the  joys  of  that  glorious  time. 

The  sweetest,  and  brightest,  and  best, 
When  the  dear  little  children  of  every 
clime. 
Shall  crowd  to  his  arms  and  be  blest. 

Jemima  Luke. 


306 


C.  M. 


I  O  EE  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands 
w3      With  all-engaging  charms  ; 
Hark  !  how  he  calls  the  tend*er  lambs, 
And  folds  them  in  his  arms. 


2  Permit  them  to  approach,  he  cries, 

Nor  scorn  their  humble  name  ; 
For  'twas  to  bless  such  souls  as  these 
The  Lord  of  angels  came. 

3  He'll  lead  us  to  the  heavenly  streams 

Where  living  waters  flow  : 
And  guide  us  to  the  fruitful  fields 
Where  trees  of  knowledge  grow. 

4  The  feeblest  lamb  amidst  the  flock 

Shall  be  its  Shepherd's  care  : 
While  folded  in  the  Saviour's  arms 
We're  safe  from  every  snare. 

Doddridge. 

307  L.  M. 

HAT   are    those   soul-reviving 
strains. 

Which  echo  thus  from  Salem's  plains? 
What  anthems  loud,  and  louder  still, 
So  sweetly  sound  from  Zion's  hill  ? 

Glory,  glory  let  us  sing, 

While  heaven   and  earth  with  glory 

ring ; 
Hosanna !  hosanna ! 
Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  of  God. 

2  Lo  !  'tis  an  infant  chorus  sings 
Hosanna  to  the  King  of  kings  : 

The  Saviour  comes  ! — and  babes  pro- 
claim 

Salvation,  sent  in  Jesus'  name. 
Glory,  glory  let  us  sing,  (Sec. 

3  Nor  these  alone  their  voice  shall  raise, 
For  we  will  join  this  song  of  praise  ; 
Still  Israel's  children  forward  press 
To  hail  the  Lord  their  Righteousness. 

Glory,  glory  let  us  sing,  <S:c. 


96 


GOD. 


I  'T^O  tl 


4  Messiah's  name  shall  joy  impart 
Alike  to  Jew  and  Gentile  heart : 
He  bled  for  us,  he  bled  for  you, 
And  we  will  sing  hosanna  too. 

Glory,  glory  let  us  sing,  &c. 

5  Proclaim  hosannas  loud  and  clear  ; 
See  David's  Son  and  Lord  appear ! 
All  praise  on  earth  to  him  be  given, 
And    glory    shout     through     highest 

heaven. 

Glor\',  glory  let  us  sing,  &c. 

308  L.M. 

^O  tliee  be  glory,  honor,  praise, 
[esus,      Redeemer,      Saviour, 
King ! 
Inspired  with  joy  at  thine  approach, 
Thy  children  loud  hosannas  sing. 

2  Hail,  Israel's  King  !  hail,  David's  Son  ! 

Hail,  thou  that  in  Jehovah's  name 
Didst  come  thy  people  to  redeem, 
And  comest  now  thy  crown  to  claim  ! 

3  Then,  in  thy  way  to  Salem's  courts, 

They     met     thee     with    triumphal 
palms  ; 
Now,  for  thy  glad  return  w^e  watch 
With    longing   prayers,    and    vows, 
and  psalms. 

3^9  8s  &  7s. 

I    y^IERCELY    came    the     tempest 
X^  sweeping, 

Down  the  lake  of  Galilee  ; 
But  the  ship  where  Christ  lay  sleeping 

Might  not  sink  in  that  wild  sea. 

When  he  rose,  the  tempest  chiding. 

When  he  bade  the  waters  rest ; 


Calm  the  little  ship  went  gliding 
On  the  blue  lake's  quiet  breast. 

And  the  white  waves  rushing  past  her. 

Round  her  keel  lay  smooth  and  still ; 
For  the  wild  waves  knew  their  Master, 

And  the  waves  obeyed  his  will. 
Thou    who     heard'st     those    seamen 
pleading. 

Waking  at  their  anguish  cry — 
Sleep  not  now,  when  comfort  needing. 

Saviour,  unto  thee  we  fly. 

When  at  night  our  homes  are  shaken, 

And  the  howling  winds  we  hear — 
As  in  terror  we  awaken. 

Keep  us  safe  from  harm  and  fear. 
When  the  waves  of  pride,  or  anger, 

Rise  to  vex  our  hearts  within ; 
Keep  us  from  a  greater  danger, 

From  the  passion  storms  of  sin. 

3^^  8s&7s. 

ONCE  upon  the  heaving  ocean 
Rode  a  bark  at  evening  tide. 
While  the  waves,  in  wild  commotion, 

Dashed  against  the  vessel's  side, 
Jesus,  sleeping  on  a  pillow, 

Heeded  not  the  raging  billow  ; 
While  the  winds  were  all  abroad, 
Calmly  slept  the  Son  of  God. 

In  that  dark  and  stormy  hour 

Fearful  hearts  awaked  their  Lord  ; 
Jesus,  by  his  sovereign  power, 

Calmed  the  tempest  with  a  word. 
On  life's  dark  and  restless  ocean, 

Mid  the  billows'  wild  commotion. 
Trembling  soul,  your  Lord  is  there  ; 

HeVill  make  you  still  his  care. 

Mrs.  Dana. 


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311  L.M. 

1  XT  OW  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel 
XjL  sound 

From  lips  of  gentleness  and  grace, 
When   listening    thousands    gathered 
round, 
The  voice  of  Jesus  filled  the  place. 

2  From  heaven  he  came,  of  heaven  he 

spoke. 
To  heaven  he  led  his  followers  way  ; 
Dark  clouds  of  gloomy  night  he  broke. 
Unveiling  an  immortal  day. 

3  "Come,    wanderers,    to    my  Father's 

home  ; 
Come,  all  ye  weary  ones,  and  rest:  " 
Yes,  sacred  Teacher,  we  will  come, 
Obey  thee,  love  thee,  and  be  blest. 

4  Decay,  then,  tenements  of  dust ; 

Pillars  of  earthly  pride,  decay : 
A  nobler  mansion  waits  the  just, 
And  Jesus  has  prepared  the  way. 

BOWRING. 


312 


L.  M. 


1  AT  even  ere  the  sun  was  set, 
±\,     The  sick,  O  Lord,  around  thee 

lay; 
Oh,  in  what  divers  pains  they  met! 
Oh,  with  what  joy  they  went  away  ! 

2  Once  more  'tis  eventide,  and  we 

Oppressed    with   various    ills   draw 
near: 
What  if  thy  form  we  cannot  see  ? 
We  know  and  feel  that  thou  art  here. 

3  O  Saviour  Christ,  our  woes  dispel  ; 

For  some  are  sick,  and  some  are  sad, 

7 


And  some  have  never  loved  thee  well, 
And  some  have  lost  the  love  they 
had. 
And  some  have  found  the  world  is  vain,, 
Yet  from  the  world  they  break  not 
free  ; 
And  some  have  friends  who  give  them 
pain. 
Yet  have  not  sought  a  friend  in  thee. 
O  Saviour  Christ,  thou  too  art  Man  ; 
Thou  hast  been  troubled,  tempted, 
tried  ; 
Thy  kind   but   searching   glance  can 
scan 
The  very  wounds  that  shame  would 
hide. 
The  touch  has  still  its  ancient  power ; 
No  word  from  thee  can  fruitless  fall ; 
Hear  in  this  solemn  evening  hour, 
And  in  thy  mercy  heal  us  all. 

?)^?)  L.  M. 

WHEN  power  divine,  in  mortal 
form, 
Hushed  with  a  word  the  raging  storm. 
In  soothing  accents  Jesus  said — 
Lo  !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 
Blest  be  the  voice  that  breathes  from 

heaven, 
To  every  heart  in  sunder  riven. 
When  love,  and  joy,  and  hope  are  fled — 
"  Lo  !  it  is  I  ;  be  not  afraid." 
And  when  the  last  dread  hour  is  come, 
While    shuddering    nature    wails    her 

doom, 
This  voice  shall  call  the  pious  dead — 
"  Lo !  it  is  I ;  be  not  afraid." 

J.  E.  Smith. 


98 


GOD. 


3^4-  L.  M. 

1  TV   /TY  clear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord, 
XVX    I  read  my  duty  in  thy  word  ; 

But  in  thy  life  the  law  appears, 
Drawn  out  in  living  characters. 

2  Such  was  thy  truth,  and  such  thy  zeal, 
Such  deference  to  thy  Father's  will, 
Such  love,  and  meekness  so  divine, 

I  would   transcribe    and   make    them 
mine. 

3  Cold  mountains  and  the  midnight  air 
Witnessed  the  fervor  of  thy  prayer  ; 
The  desert  thy  temptations  knew, 
Thy  conflict  and  thy  victory  too. 

4  Be  thou  my  pattern ;  make  me  bear 
More  of  thy  gracious  image  here  ; 
Then  God,  the  Judge,   shall  own  my 

name 
Among  the  followers  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 

3^5  L.  M. 

1  T  T  OW  beauteous  were  the  marks 
XjL  divine, 

That  in  thy  meekness  used  to  shine, 
That  lit  thy  lonely  pathway,  trod 
In  wondrous  love,  O  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  calm,  so  bright, 
So  pure,  so  made  to  live  in  light  ? 
Oh,  who  like  thee  did  ever  go 

So  patient  through  a  world  of  woe  ? 

3  Oh,  who  like  thee,  so  humbly  bore 
The  scorn,  the  scoffs  of  men,  before  ? 
So  meek,  forgiving,  godlike,  high. 
So  glorious  in  humility  ? 

4  The  bending  angels  stooped  to  see 
The  lisping  infant  clasp  thy  knee. 


And  smile  as  in  a  father's  eye, 
Ll^pon  thy  mild  divinity. 

And    death,  which    sets  the    prisoner 

free, 
Was    pang,    and   scoff,    and    scorn  to 

thee ; 
Yet  love  through  all  thy  torture  glowed, 
And  mercy  with  thy  life-blood  flowed. 

Oh,  in  thy  light  be  mine  to  go. 
Illuming  all  my  way  of  woe  ; 
And  give  me  ever  on  the  road 
To  trace  thy  footsteps,  Son  of  God  ! 

A.  C.  CoxE. 

316  L.  M. 

HEN    like    a  stranger  on  our 
sphere. 

The  lowly  Jesus  wandered  here. 
Where'er  he  went,  afffiction  fled, 
And     sickness    reared     her    fainting 
head. 

The  eye  that  rolled  in  irksome  night. 
Beheld  his  face, — for  God  is  light ; 
The  opening  ear,  the  loosened  tongue. 
His  precepts  heard,  his  praises  sung. 

With   bounding   steps,    the   halt   and 

lame 
To  hail  their  great  Deliverer  came  ; 
O'er   the   cold    grave  he   bowed    his 

head. 
He   spake  the   word,  and   raised  the 

dead. 

Despairing  madness,  dark  and  wild. 
In  his  inspiring  presence  smiled  ; 
The  storm  of  horror  ceased  to  roll, 
And  reason  lightened  through  the  soul. 

MONTCOMEFV. 


CHR/ST'S    LIFE    AND    MINISTRY. 


99 


3 ^7  c.  M. 

1  "\  T  7"  HAT  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty 

V  V  shone 

Around  thy  steps  below  ; 
What  patient  love  was  seen  in  all 
Thy  life  and  death  of  woe. 

2  For,  ever  on  thy  burdened  heart 

A  weight  of  sorrow  hung  ; 
Yet  no  ungentle,  murmuring  word 
Escaped  thy  silent  tongue. 

3  Thy  foes  might  hate,  despise,  revile, 

Thy  friends  unfaithful  prove  ; 
Unwearied  in  forgiveness  still, 
Thy  heart  could  only  love. 

4  Oh,  give  us  hearts  to  love  like  thee  ! 

Like  thee,  O  Lord,  to  grieve 

Far  more  for  others'  sin  than  all 

The  wrongs  that  we  receive. 

5  One  with  thyself,  may  every  eye. 

In  us,  thy  brethren,  see 
The  gentleness  and  grace  that  spring 
From  union,  Lord,  with  thee. 

318  c.M. 

1  TNCARNATE    Word!     by    every 

1  grief, 

By  each  temptation  tried. 
Who  lived  to  yield  our  ills  relief, 
And  to  redeem  us  died  ! 

2  If  gaily  clothed,  and  proudly  fed. 

In  dangerous  wealth  we  dwell, 
Remind  us  of  thy  manger  bed. 
And  lowly  cottage  cell. 

3  If  press'd  by  poverty  severe, 

In  envious  want  we  pine, 
Oh  may  the  Spirit  whisper  near, 
How  poor  a  lot  was  thine  ! 


4  Through  fickle  fortune's  various  scene 
From  sin  preserve  us  free  ; 
Like  us  thou  hast  a  mourner  been. 
May  we  rejoice  with  thee  ! 

319  C.M. 

1  'T^HOU  art  the  Way :  to  thee  alone 

X        From  sin  and  death  we  flee; 
And  he  who  would  the  Father  seek, 
Must  seek  him,  Lord,  by  thee. 

2  Thou  art  the  Truth  :  thy  word  alone 

True  wisdom  can  impart ; 
Thou  only  canst  instruct  the  mind. 
And  purify  the  heart. 

3  Thou  art  the  Life :  the  rending  tomb 

Proclaims  thy  conquering  arm  ; 
And  those  who  put  their  trust  in  thee 
Nor  death  nor  hell  shall  harm. 

4  Thou  art  the  Way,  the  Truth,  the  Life  : 

Grant  us  to  know  that  Way  ; 
That  Truth  to  keep,  that  Life  to  win. 
Which  leads  to  endless  day.    doane. 


■J, 


32^  8s&7s. 

ESUS     wept !      those     tears     are 

over, 
But  his  heart  is  still  the  same  ; 
Kinsman,  Friend,  and  Elder  Brother, 
Is  his  everlasting  name. 

Saviour,  who  can  love  like  thee, 
Gracious  One  of  Bethany  ? 

2  When  the  pangs  of  trial  seize  us, 
When  the  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
I  will  lay  my  head  on  Jesus, 
Pillow  of  the  troubled  soul. 
Surely,  none  can  feel  like  thee, 
Weeping  One  of  Bethany. 


100 


GOD. 


3  Jesus  wept !  and  still  in  glory, 

He  can  mark  each  mourner's  tear  ; 
Living  to  retrace  the  stor}^ 
Of  the  hearts  he  solaced  here. 
Lord,  when  I  am  called  to  die, 
Let  me  think  of  Bethany. 

4  Jesus  wept !  that  tear  of  sorrow 

Is  a  legacy  of  love ; 
Yesterday,  to-day,  to-morrow, 

He  the  same  doth  ever  prove. 
Thou  art  all  in  all  to  me. 
Living  One  of  Bethany  ! 


321 


L.  M. 


1  13  IDE  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
XV  In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  : 

O  Christ,  thy  triumphs  now  begin 
O'er  captive  death  and  conquered  sin. 

2  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 
Hark  !  all  the  tribes  hosanna  cry  ! 
Thy  humble  beast  pursues  his  road, 
With    palms  and    scattered   garments 

strowed. 

3  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty ! 
The  wingid  squadrons  of  the  sky 
Look  down,  with  sad  and  wondering 

eyes 
To  see  th'  approaching  sacrifice. 

4  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty  ! 

Thy  last  and  fiercest  strife  is  nigh  : 
The  Father,  on  his  sapphire  throne. 
Expects  his  own  anointed  Son. 

5  Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty! 
In  lowly  pomp  ride  on  to  die  : 
Bow  thy  meek  head  to  mortal  pain  ; 
Then  take,  O  God,  thy  power,  and  reign! 

MiLMAN. 


o 


322  L.  M. 

WONDROUS   type,   O    vision 
foir. 

Of  glory  that  the  Church  shall  share, 
Which    Christ    upon    the     mountain 

shows. 
Where  brighter  than  the  sun  he  glows  ! 

2  With  shining  face  and  bright  array, 
Christ  deigns  to  manifest  to-day 
What  glory  shall  be  theirs  above. 
Who  joy  in  God  with  perfect  love. 

3  And  fiiithful  hearts  are  raised  on  high 
By  this  great  vision's  mystery  ; 

For  which  in  joyful  strains  we  raise 
The    voice    of  prayer,    the    hymn   of 
praise. 

4  O  Father,  with  the  Eternal  Son, 
And  Holy  Spirit,  ever  One, 
Vouchsafe  to  bring  us  by  thy  grace 
To  see  thy  glory  face  to  face. 


F 


Z'^Z  L.  M. 

LOW  fast,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is 
great ; 

This    tribute,    claims     an     injured 
Friend  : 
One  whom  I  long  pursued  with  hate, 
And  yet  he  loved  me  to  the  end. 

2  Fast  flow  my  tears  ;  yet  faster  flow. 

Stream  copious  as  yon  purple  tide ; 
'Twas  I  that  dealt  the  deadly  blow, 
I  urged  the  hand  that  pierced  his 
side. 

3  Fast,  and  yet  fiister  flow  my  tears, 

Love  breaks  the  heart  and  drowns 
the  eyes, 


CHRIST'S    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH. 


101 


His  visage  marred,  towards  heaven  he 
rears, 
And,    pleading    for   his  murderers, 
dies! 

4  My  grief  no  measure  knows,  nor  end, 
Till  he  appears  the  sinner's  Friend! 
And  gives  me  in  a  happy  hour, 
To  feel  the  risen  Saviour's  power. 

324  L.M. 

1  "nr^IS    midnight;    and   on    Olive's 

X  brow 

The    star   is    dimmed    that    lately 
shone  : 
'Tis  midnight ;  in  the  garden,  now. 
The  suffering  Saviour  prays  alone. 

2  'Tis  midnight ;  and  from  all  removed, 

The  Saviour  wrestles  lone  with  fears ; 
Ev'n  that  disciple  whom  he  loved 
Heeds   not  his  Master's  grief  and 
tears. 

3  'Tis  midnight ;  and  for  others'  guilt 

The  Man  of  Sorrows  weeps  in  blood  ; 
Yet  he  that  hath  in  anguish  knelt 
Is  not  forsaken  by  his  God. 

4  'Tis  midnight  ;  and  from  ether-plains 

Is  borne  the  song  that  angels  know  ; 
Unheard  by  mortals  are  the  strains 
That    sweetly  soothe  the  Saviour's 

woe.  Tappan. 


'E 


:>"  J  L.  M. 

ORD  !   in  thy  garden  agonv, 

No  light  seemed  on  thy  soul  to 
break, 
No  form  of  seraph  lingered  nigh, 
Nor  yet  the  voice  of  comfort  spake — 


2  Till,  by  thine  own  triumphant  word, 

The  victory  over  ill  was  won ; 
Till  the  sweet,  mournful  cry  was  heard, 
"  Thy  will,    O  God,    not   mine,  be 
done  !  " 

3  Lord,  bring  these    precious  moments 

back, 
When,     fainting,     against     sin    we 

strain  ; 
Or  in  thy  counsels  fail  to  track 

Aught    but    the    present   grief  and 

pain. 

4  In  weakness,  help  us  to  contend ; 

In  darkness,  yield  to  God  our  will  ; 
And  true  hearts,  faithful  to  the  end. 
Cheer  by  thine  holy  angels  still ! 


F 


d"^^  L.  M. 

ROM  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard — 
A  bitter  and  heart-rending  cry  ; 
My  Saviour!  every  mournful  word 
Bespoke  thy  soul's  deep  agony. 

2  A  horror  of  great  darkness  fell 

On  thee,  thou  spotless,  holy  One  ! 
And  all  the  eager  hosts  of  hell 

Conspired  to  tempt  God's  only  Son. 

3  The  scourge,  the  thorns,  the  deep  dis- 

grace— 
Those  thou  could'st  bear,  nor  once 

repine  ; 
But  when  Jehovah  vailed  his  face, 
Unutterable  pangs  were  thine. 

4  Let  the  dumb  world  its  silence  break  ; 

Let  pealing  anthems  rend  the  sky ; 
Awake,  mv  sluggish  soul,  awake  ! 
He  died,  that  we  might  never  die. 

Cunningham. 


102 


GOD. 


T 


Z'^l  L.  M. 

^HE    morning    dawns    upon    the 
place 

Where    Jesus    spent    the   night    in 
prayer  ; 
Through  yielding   glooms  behold  his 
face  ! 
Nor  form,  nor  comeliness  is  there. 

2  Brought    forth    to   judgment,    now  he 

stands 
Arraigned,  condemned,    at   Pilate's 

bar  ; 
Here,    spurned    by   fierce    prcetorian 

bands, 
There,  mocked  by  Herod's  men  of 

war. 

3  He  bears  their  buffeting  and  scorn — 

Mock-homage  of  the  lip,  the  knee — 

The  purple  robe,  the  crown  of  thorn — 

The  scourge,  the  nail,  th' accursed  tree. 

4  No  guile  within  his  mouth  is  found  ; 

He  neither  threatens  nor  complains  ; 
Meek  as  a  lamb  for  slaughter  bound, 
Dumb,  'mid  his  murderers,   he  re- 
mains. 

5  But  hark  !  he  prays  :  'tis  for  his  foes  : 

And    speaks  :    'tis    comfort    to    his 
friends ; 
Answers  :  and  paradise  bestows  ; 
He  bows  his  head  :  the  conflict  ends. 

Montgomery. 

328  L.M. 

I    O  OFT  be  the  gently  breathing  notes, 

Vs3      That  sing  the    Saviour's    dying 

love  ; — 
Soft  as  the  evening  zephj^r  floats  ; 
Soft  as  the  tuneful  lyres  above  : 


2  Soft  as  the  morning  dews  descend, 

While  the  sweet  lark  exulting  soars  ; 
So  soft,  to  your  Almighty  Friend, 
Be  every  sigh  your  bosom  pours  : 

3  Pure  as  the  sun's  enlivening  ray, 

That  scatters  life  and  joy  abroad ; 
Pure  as  the  lucid  car  of  day, 

That   wide    proclaims    its    Maker, 
God ; 

4  Pure  as  the  breath  of  vernal  skies  ; — 

So  pux'e  let  our  contrition  be  ; 
So  purely  let  our  love  arise 

To  him  who  bled  upon  the  tree. 

Collier. 

329  L.M. 

1  {~\.  CHRIST!  our    King,  Creator, 
\J  Lord  ! 

Saviour  of  all  who  trust  thy  word  ! 
To  them  who  seek  thee  ever  near, 
Now  to  our  praises  bend  an  ear. 

2  In  thy  dear  cross  a  balm  is  found. 

It  flows  from  every  streaming  wound. 
Whose  power  our  inbred  sin  controls, 
Breaks  the  firm  bond,  and  frees  our 
souls. 

3  Thou  didst  create  the  stars  of  night ; 
Yet    thou    hast    vailed    in    flesh    thy 

light, 
Hast  deigned  a  mortal  form  to  wear, 
A  mortal's  painful  lot  to  bear. 

4  When  thou  didst  hang  upon  the  tree, 
The  quaking  earth  acknowledged  thee  : 
When  thou  didst  there  yield    up  thy 

breath, 
The   world  grew  dark    as    shades   of 
death.  Gkecory. 


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330  L.M. 

HEN    I  survey  the  wondrous 
cross 

On  which  the  Prince  of  Glory  died, 
My  richest  gain  I  count  but  loss, 
And  pour  contempt  on  all  my  pride. 

2  Forbid  it,  Lord,  that  I  should  boast 

Save   in   the  death   of  Christ,    my 
God  ; 
All  the  vain  things  that  charm  me  most, 
I  sacrifice  them  to  his  blood. 

3  See,  from  his  head,  his  hands,  his  feet. 

Sorrow  and  love  flow  mingled  down  ; 
Did  e'er  such  love  and  sorrow  meet. 
Or  thorns  compose  so  rich  a  crown? 

4  Were  the  whole  realm  of  nature  mine, 

That  were  a  present  far  too  small ; 
Love  so  amazing,  so  divine, 

Demands  my  soul,  my  life,  my  all. 

Watts. 

Occasional  Chorus. 
The  cross,  the  cross,  the  precious  cross. 

The  wondrous  cross  of  Jesus  ; 
From  all  our  sin,  its  guilt  and  power. 

And  every  stain  it  frees  us. 

Then  I'm  clinging,  clinging,  clinging, 
Oh,  I'm  clinging  to  the  cross  ; 

Yes,  I'm  clinging,  clinging,  clinging. 
Clinging  to  the  cross. 

ZZ^  L.  M. 

I    QTRETCHED    on   the  cross,   the 
w3  Saviour  dies  ; 

Hark!  his  expiring  groans  arise; 
See,  from  his  hands,  his  feet,  his  side. 
Descends  the  sacred,  crimson  tide. 


And  didst   thou   bleed? — for   sinners 

bleed  ? 
And  could  the  sun  behold  the  deed  ? 
No  ;  he  withdrew  his  cheering  ray. 
And  darkness  veiled  the  mourning  day. 

Can  I  survey  this  scene  of  woe. 
Where  mingling  grief  and  mercy  flow. 
And  yet  my  heart  so  hard  remain, 
Unmoved  by  either  love  or  pain  ? 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  thy  grace  impart, 
To  warm  this  cold,  this  stupid  heart, 
Till  all  its  powers  and  passions  move 
In  melting  grief  and  ardent  love. 

Steele. 

ZZ'^  L.M. 

YE  that  pass  by,  behold  the  Man  ! 
The  Man  of  Grief,  condemned 
for  you, 
The  Lamb  of  God  for  sinners  slain. 
Weeping  to  Calvary  j^ursue. 

His  sacred  limbs  they  stretch,  they 
tear. 

With  nails  they  fasten  to  the  wood ; 
His  sacred  limbs !  exposed  and  bare, 

Or  only  covered  with  his  blood. 

Behold     his    temjoles    crowned    with 

thorn. 

His  bleeding  hands  extended  wide, 

His    streaming    feet    transfixed    and 

torn. 

The  fountain  gushing  from  his  side. 

Oh  thou  dear  suffering  Son  of  God, 
How    doth    thy    heart    to     sinners  * 
move  ? 

Sprinkle  on  us  thy  precious  blood. 
And  melt  us  with  thy  dying  love ! 

C.  Weslev. 


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I    ""T"^] 


333  L.   M. 

4S  finished  !  " — so  the  Saviour 
cried, 

And  meekly  bowed  his  head  and  died  : 
"  'Tis  finished  !  " — yes,  the  race  is  run, 
The  battle  fought,  the  victory  won. 

2  "  'Tis  finished  !  "—this  his  dying  groan 
Shall  sins  of  deepest  hue  atone, 

And  millions  be  redeemed  from  death 
By  Jesus'  last,  expiring  breath. 

3  "  'Tis  finished  !  " — Heaven    is    recon- 

ciled. 
And  all  the  powrers  of  darkness  spoiled  ; 
Peace,  love,  and  happiness  again 
Return,  and  dwell  with  sinful  men. 

4  "  'Tis  finished!" — let  the  joyful  sound 
Be  heard  through  all  the  nations  round  : 
"  'Tis  finished  !  " — let  the  triumph  rise. 
And  swell  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Stennett. 

334  L.  M. 

1  "STATURE  with  open  volume 
i  >|  stands 

To  spread  her  Maker's  praise  abroad; 
And  every  labor  of  his  hands 

Shows  something  worthy  of  a  God. 

2  But  in  the  grace  that  rescued  man 

His  brightest  form  of  glory  shines  ; 
Here  on  the  cross  'tis  fairest  drawn 
In  precious  blood  and  crimson  lines. 

3  Oh  the  sweet  wonders  of  that  cross. 

Where  God  the  Saviour  loved  and 

died ; 
Her  noblest  life  my  spirit  draws 

From  his  dear  wounds  and  bleeding 

side. 


I  would  forever  speak  his  name 

In  sounds  to  mortal  ears  unknown  ; 

With  angels  join  to  praise  the  Lamb, 
And  worship  at  his  Father's  throne. 


ZZ^ 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


HE  dies  ! — the   Friend  of  sinners 
dies  ; 
Lo  !  Salem's  daughters  weep  around; 
A  solemn  darkness  veils  the  skies  ; 
A    sudden    trembling    shakes    the 
ground. 

Ye  saints  approach !  the  anguish  view 
Of  him    who  groans  beneath   your 
load  ; 
He  gives  his  precious  life  for  you, 
For    you    he    sheds     his    precious 
blood. 

Here's  love  and  grief  beyond  degree. 
The  Lord  of  Glory  dies  for  men  ; 

But  lo !  what  sudden  joys  we  see, 
Jesus,  the  dead,  revives  again. 

Break  off  your   tears,  ye  saints,  and 
tell 
How     high     our    great     Deliverer 
reigns  ; 
Sing   how    he    spoiled    the    hosts   of 
hell. 
And  led  the  tyrant  death  in  chains. 

Say,  "  Live  forever,  glorious  King, 
Born    to    redeem,     and    strong   to 
save !  " 
Then   ask, — "  O   death,  where  is  thy 
sting  ? 
And  where  thy  victory,  O  grave  ?  " 

Watts. 


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336 


L.  M. 

1  /^^H    come    and    mourn   with   me 
V_>r  awhile ! 

Oh  come  ye  to  the  Saviour's  side  ! 
Oh  come,  together  let  us  mourn  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

2  Have  we  no  tears  to  shed  for  him, 

While   soldiers  scoff  and  Jews  de- 
ride ? 
Ah  !  look  how  patiently  he  hangs : 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

3  How  fast  his  hands  and  feet  are  nailed : 

His  throat  with    parching  thirst  is 

dried  : 
His   fainting   eyes    are   dimmed  with 

blood  ! 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

4  Come,  let  us  stand  beneath  the  cross  ; 

So  may  the  blood  from  out  his  side 
Fall  gently  on  us — drop  by  drop  ; 
Jesus,  our  Lord,  is  crucified. 

5  A  broken  heart,  a  fount  of  tears 

Ask,  and  they  will  not  be  denied  : 
Lord  Jesus,  may  we  love  and  weep, 
Since  thou  for  us  art  crucified. 

ZZl  L.  M. 

1  C*  AVIOUR,  I  think  upon  that  hour, 
vI3     When  thou,  the  Shepherd  of  the 

flock. 
The  Prince  of  peace,  the  Lord  of  power, 
Wert  the  priests'  scorn,  the  soldiers' 
mock. 

2  And  bleeding  from  the  Roman  rod, 

And  scoffed  at  by  the  heartless  Jew, 


I  hear  thee  plead  for  them  to  God, — 
"  Father,  they  know  not  what  they 
do!" 

3  And  then  I  lift  my  trembling  eyes 

To  that  bright  seat,  where,  placed 
on  high. 
The  great,  the  atoning  sacrifice, 
For  me,  for  all,  is  ever  nigh. 

4  Be  thou  my  guard  on  peril's  brink  ; 

Be  thou  my  guide  through  weal  or 
woe  ; 
And  teach  me  of  thy  cup  to  drink  ; 
And  make  me  in  thy  path  to  go. 


338 


L.  M. 

UR    spirits    join    t'  adore    the 
Lamb  ; 

Oh,  that  our  feeble  lips  could  move 
In  strains  immortal  as  his  name, 
And  melting  as  his  dying  love. 

2  Was  ever  equal  pity  found  .-• 

The    Prince  of  heaven  resigns  his 
breath. 
And  pours  his  life  out  on  the  ground 
To  ransom  guilty  worms  from  death. 

3  In  vain  our  mortal  voices  strive 

To  speak  compassion  so  divine  ; 
Had  we  a  thousand  lives  to  give, 
A   thousand    lives    should    all    be 
thine. 


'^^,9 


66' 


L.  M. 


I    TORD  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar, 

J J     And  gaze  upon  thy  holy  cross. 

In  love  of  thee  and  scorn  of  self. 
Oh !    may  we    count  the  world    as 
loss. 


106 


GOD. 


2  When  we  behold  thy  bleeding  wounds, 

And  the  rough  way  that  thou  hast 
trod, 
Make  us  to  hate  the  load  of  sin 
That  lay  so  heavy  on  our  God, 

3  O  holy  Lord  !  uplifted  high 

With  outstretched  arms,  in  mortal 
woe, 
Embracing  in  thy  wondrous  love 
The  sinful  world  that  lies  below  ! 

4  Give  us  an  ever-living  faith 

To  gaze  beyond  the  things  we  see ; 
And  in  the  mystery  of  thy  death 
Drav/  us  and  all  men  unto  thee. 

\Vm.  Walsham  Mow. 

340  L.   M. 

1  T3  ENEATH    thy   cross    I    lay  me 
I  J  down, 

And  mourn  to  see  thy  bloody  crown  ; 
Love  drops  in  blood  from  every  vein  ; 
Love  is  the  spring  of  all  thy  pain. 

2  Here,  Jesus,  I  shall  ever  stay, 
And  spend  my  longing  hours  away. 
Think   on  thy  bleeding   wounds  and 

pain, 
And  contemplate  thy  woes  again. 

3  The  rage  of  Satan  and  of  sin, 
Of  foes  without,  and  fears  within. 
Shall    ne'er   my  conquering   soul   re- 
move. 

Or  from  thy  cross,  or  from  thy  love. 

4  Secured  from  harm  beneath  thy  shade, 
Here  death  and  hell    shall    ne'er  in- 
vade ; 

Nor  Sinai,  with  its  thundering  noise. 
Shall  e'er  disturb  my  happier  joys. 


5  O  unmolested,  happy  rest ! 

Where  inward  fears  are  all  supprest ; 
Here  I  shall  love,  and  live  secure, 
And  patiendy  my  cross  endure. 

Williams. 

341  CM. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 

J.        Was  kindled  in  his  breast, 
When,  hasting  to  Jerusalem, 
He  marched  before  the  rest ! 

2  Good-will  to  men,  and  zeal  for  God, 

His  every  thought  engross  ; 
He  longs  to  be  baptized  in  blood, 
He  pants  to  reach  the  cross. 

3  With  all  his  sufferings  full  in  view, 

And  woes  to  us  unknown, 
Forth  to  the  task  his  spirit  flew ; 
'Twas  love  that  urged  him  on. 

4  Lord,  we  return  thee  what  we  can ; 

Our  hearts  shall  sound  abroad, 
Salvation  to  the  dying  man, 
And  to  the  rising  God  ! 

5  And  while  thy  bleeding  glories  here 

Engage  our  wondering  eyes, 
We  learn  our  lighter  cross  to  bear, 
And  hasten  to  the  skies. 

COWPER. 

342  C.  M. 

1  13  EHOLD,    where,    in    a    mortal 
JJ         form 

Appears  each  grace  divine  ; 
The  virtues,  all  in  Jesus  met, 
With  mildest  radiance  shine. 

2  To  spread  the  rays  of  heavenly  light, 

To  give  the  mourner  joj-, 


CHRIST'S    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH. 


107 


To  preach  glad  tidings  to  the  poor, 
Was  his  divine  employ. 

3  'Midst  keen  reproach,  and  cruel  scorn, 

Patient  and  meek  he  stood  ; 
His  foes,  ungrateful,  sought  his  life  ; 
He  labored  for  their  good. 

4  In  the  last  hour  of  deep  distress, 

Before  his  Father's  throne. 
With   soul    resigned,    he   bowed,  and 
said, 
"  Thy  will,  not  mine,  be  done  !  " 

5  Be  Christ  our  pattern  and  our  guide  ; 

His  image  may  we  bear  ; 
Oh,  may  we  tread  his  holy  steps, 
His  joy  and  glory  share. 

Enfield. 

34-3  c.  M. 

1  T  T  OW  wondrous  was  the  burning 
X  1  zeal 

Which  filled  the  Master's  breast, 
When,  all  his  suff 'rings  full  in  view, 
To  Salem's  towers  he  pressed ! 

2  Dear  Lord  !  no.  tongue  can  duly  tell 

Thy  love's  prevailing  might ; 
No     thought     can     comprehend     its 
length 
And  breadth  and  depth  and  height  1 

3  Yet  grant  that  we  may  follow  thee 

Through  all  thine  hours  of  scorn ; 
And    learn   with    thee  to   watch    and 
pray— 
With  thee  to  weep  and  mourn. 

4  And  still,  O  blessed  Nazarene  ! 

The  more  thy  cross  we  see. 
The  more  may  each  exclaim  with  joy, 
The  Saviour  died  for  me  ! 


F 


344-  c.  M. 

ROM  whence  these  direful  omens 
round. 

Which  heaven  and  earth  amaze  ? 
And  why  do  earthquakes  cleave    the 
ground .'' 
Why  hides  the  sun  his  rays? 

2  Well  may  the  earth  astonished  shake, 

And  nature  sympathize  ; 
The  sun  as  darkest  night  be  black  ; 
Their  Maker,  Jesus,  dies  ! 

3  Behold,  fast  streaming  from  the  tree'. 

His  all-atoning  blood! 
Is  this  the  Infinite  ?  'tis  he. 
My  Saviour  and  my  God  ! 

4  For  me  these  pangs  his  soul  assail. 

For  me  this  death  is  borne  ; 
My  sins  gave  sharpness  to  the  nail. 
And  pointed  every  thorn. 

5  Let  sin  no  more  my  soul  enslave. 

Break,  Lord,  its  tyrant  chain  ; 
Oh  save  me,  whom  thou  cam'st  to  save, 
Nor  bleed,  nor  die  in  vain. 

S.  Weslev,  Jr. 

345  c.  M. 

1  A     PILGRIM    through   this  lonely 
Xjl         world, 

The  blessed  Saviour  passed  ; 
A  mourner  all  his  life  was  he, 
A  dying  Lamb  at  last. 

2  That  tender  heart  that  felt  for  all, 

For  all  its  life-blood  gave ; 
It  found  on  earth  no  resting-place, 
Save  only  in  the  grave. 


108 


GOD. 


3  Such  was  our  Lord  ;  and  shall  we  fear 

The  cross,  with  all  its  scorn  ? 
Or  love  a  faithless  evil  world, 

That  wreathed  his  brow  with  thorn  ? 

4  No  !  facing  all  its  frowns  or  smiles, 

Like  him,  obedient  still, 
W^e  homeward  press  through  storm  or 
calm, 
To  Zion's  blessed  hill.  Bonar. 


J 


46 


C.  M. 


1  T)  EHOLD  the  Saviour  of  mankind, :  5 

JJ      Nailed  to  the  shameful  tree  ! 
How  vast  the  love  that  him  inclined 
To  bleed  and  die  for  me ! 

2  Hark  !   how  he  groans,  while    nature 

shakes, 
And  earth's  strong  pillars  bend  ! 
The  temple's  vail  asunder  breaks, 
The  solid  marbles  rend. 

3  'Tis  finished  !  now  the  ransom  's  paid. 

"  Receive  my  soul  ! "  he  cries  : 
See — how  he  bows  his  sacred  head  ! 
He  bows  his  head  and  dies ! 

4  But  soon  he'll  break  death's  iron  chain, 

And  in  full  glory  shine  ; 
O  Lamb  of  God  !   was  ever  pain — 
Was  ever  love  like  thine  ! 


34-7 


S.  Wesley,  Sr. 


C.  M. 


1  A  LAS !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed  ? 
£\     And  did  my  Sovereign  die  ? 
Would  he  devote  that  sacred  head 

For  such  a  worm  as  I  ? 

2  Was  it  for  crimes  that  I  had  done 

He  groaned  upon  the  tree? 


Amazing  pity  !  gracd  unknown ! 
And  love  beyond  degree  ! 

Well  might  the  sun  in  darkness  hide, 

And  shut  his  glories  in. 
When  God,  the  mighty  Maker,  died, 

For  man  the  creature's  sin. 

Thus  might  I  hide  my  blushing  face 
While  his  dear  cross  appears, 

Dissolve  my  heart  in  thankfulness, 
And  melt  mine  eyes  to  tears. 

But  drops  of  grief  can  ne'er  repay 

The  debt  of  love  I  owe  : 
Here,  Lord,  I  give  myself  away  ; 

'Tis  all  that  I  can  do.  Watts. 


348 


C.  M. 
,ARK   was   the   night,  and  cold 
the  ground 
On  which  the  Lord  was  laid  ; 
His  sweat    like  drops   of    blood    ran 
down  ; 
In  agony  he  prayed — 

"  Father,  remove  this  bitter  cup, 

If  such  thy  sacred  will  ; 
If  not,  content  to  drink  it  up, 

Thy  pleasure  I  fulfill." 

Go  to  the  Garden,  sinner ;  see 
Those  precious  drops  that  flow  ; 

The  heavy  load  he  bore  for  thee  ; 
For  thee  he  lies  so  low. 

Then  learn  of  him  the  cross  to  bear ; 

Thy  Father's  will  obey  ; 
And,    when    temptations    press   thee 
near, 

Awake  to  watch  and  pray.     Haweis. 


CHRIST'S    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH. 


109 


349  c.  M. 

1  AND  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just, 
£\_  The  Sovereign  of  the  skies, 
Stoop  down  to  wretchedness  and  dust. 

That  guilty  man  might  rise  ? 

2  He  took  the  dying  sinner's  place, 

And  suffered  in  his  stead  ; 

For  man,  oh  miracle  of  grace  ! 

For  man  the  Saviour  bled. 

3  Dear    Lord,   what   heavenly  wonders 

dwell 
In  thine  atoning  blood  ! 
By  this  are  sinners  saved  from  hell. 
And  rebels  brought  to  God. 

Steele. 

'^iS^  CM. 

'OW    condescending    and    how 
kind 

Was  God's  eternal  Son  ! 
Our    misery    reached     his    heavenly 
mind, 
And  pity  brought  him  down. 

He  sunk  beneath  our  heavy  woes, 

To  raise  us  to  his  throne  ; 
There's  ne'er  a  gift  his  hand  bestows, 

But  cost  his  heart  a  groan. 

This  was  compassion,  like  a  God, 
That  when  the'  Saviour  knew 

The  price  of  pardon  was  his  blood, 
His  pity  ne'er  withdrew.  Watts. 


H' 


Z^^  S.  M. 

EHOLD  th'  amazing  sight, 
The  Saviour  lifted  high  ; 
Behold  the  Son  of  God's  delight 
Expire  in  agony. 


B 


For  whom,  for  whom,  my  heart, 
Were  all  these  sorrows  borne  ? 

Why  did  he  feel  that  painful  smart, 
And  meet  that  various  scorn  ? 

For  us  he  hung  and  bled, 

For  us  in  torture  died  ; 
'Twas    love    that   bowed    his  fainting 
head. 

And  oped  his  gushing  side. 

I  see,  and  I  adore 

In  sympathy  of  love  ; 
I  feel  the  strong,  attractive  power 

To  lift  my  soul  above. 

Drawn  by  such  cords  as  these. 

Let  all  the  earth  combine. 
With  cheerful  ardor,  to  confess 

The  energy  divine.  Doddridge. 

35^  S.  M. 

'ERWHELMED   in   depths   of 
woe. 

Upon  the  tree  of  scorn 
Hangs  the  Redeemer  of  mankind. 
With  racking  anguish  torn. 

See  how  the  nails  those  hands 

And  feet  so  tender  rend  ; 
See    down    his   face,    and   neck,    and 
breast 

His  sacred  blood  descend. 

Oh,  hear  that  awful  cry 

Which  pierced  his  mother's  heart, 
As  into  God  the  Father's  hands 

He  bade  his  soul  depart. 

Earth  hears,  and  trembling  quakes 
Around  that  tree  of  pain  ; 


110 


GOD. 


The   rocks    are  rent ;  the  graves  are 
burst ; 
The  veil  is  rent  in  twain. 

5  The  sun  withdraws  his  Hght ; 

The  mid-clay  heavens  grow  pale  \ 
The  moon,  the  stars,  the  universe 
Their  Maker's  death  bewail. 

6  Shall  man  alone  be  mute  ? 

Have  we  no  griefs,  or  fears  ? 
Come,  old  and  young,  come  all  man- 
kind, 
And  bathe  those  feet  in  tears. 

7  Come,  fall  before  his  cross, 

Who  shed  for  us  his  blood  ; 
Who  died,  the  victim  of  pure  love, 
To  make  us  sons  of  God. 

353  S.  M. 

1  T  IKE  sheep  we  went  astray, 

J ^     And  broke  the  fold  of  God, 

Each  wand'ring  in  a  different  way. 
But  all  the  downward  road. 

2  How  dreadful  was  the  hour, 

When  God  our  wand'rings  laid, 
And  did  at  once  his  vengeance  pour 
Upon  the  Shepherd's  head! 

3  How  glorious  was  the  grace, 

When  Christ  sustained  the  stroke ! 
His  life  and  blood  the  Shepherd  pays, 
A  ransom  for  his  flock  !  watts. 


354  7s&6s. 

SACRED  Head,  now  wounded, 
With  grief  and  shame  weigh'd 
down. 
Now  scornfully  surrounded 

With  thorns,  thine  only  crown  > 


o 


O  sacred  Head,  what  glory, 

What  bliss,  till  now,  was  thine  ! 

Yet,  though  despis'd  and  gory, 
I  joy  to  call  thee  mine. 

2  What  thou,  my  Lord,  hast  suffered 

Was  all  for  sinners'  gain ; 
Mine,  mine  was  the  transgression, 

But  thine  the  deadly  pain  : 
Lo,  here  I  fall,  my  Saviour  ! 

'Tis  I  deserve  thy  place  ; 
Look  on  me  with  thy  favor, 

Vouchsafe  to  me  thy  grace. 

3  What  language  shall  I  borrow 

To  thank  thee,  dearest  Friend, 
For  this  thy  dying  sorrow. 

Thy  pity  without  end .-' 
Oh  make  me  thine  forever  ; 

And  should  I  fainting  be, 
Lord,  let  me  never,  never, 

Outlive  my  love  to  thee ! 

4  Be  near  me  when  Fm  dying, 

Oh  show  thy  cross  to  me  ! 
And  for  my  succor  flying. 

Come,  Lord,  and  set  me  free  ! 
These  eyes,  new  faith  receiving, 

From  Jesus  shall  not  move ; 
For  he  who  dies  believing. 

Dies  safely,  through  thy  love. 

Bernard,  1753. 

Z^S  6s. 

LOOD  is  the  price  of  heaven  ; 
All  sin  that  price  exceeds ; 
Oh,  come  to  be  forgiven  ; 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

2  Under  the  olive  boughs, 
Falling  like  ruby  beads, 


K 


CHRIST'S    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH. 


Ill 


The  blood  drops  from  his  brows  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

3  While  the  fierce  scourges  fall 

The  precious  blood  still  pleads ; 
In  front  of  Pilate's  hall 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds ! 

4  Beneath  the  thorny  crown 

The  crimson  fountain  speeds  ; 
See  how  it  trickles  down  ; 

He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

5  Bearing  the  fatal  wood, 

His  band  of  saints  he  leads. 
Marking  the  way  with  blood  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

6  He  hangs  upon  the  tree. 

Hangs  there  for  my  misdeeds  ; 
He  sheds  his  blood  for  me  ; 
He  bleeds,  my  Saviour  bleeds  ! 

Faber. 

ZS^  7s,  6s,  &  8s. 

1  TJEHOLD!  behold!  the  Lamb  of 
JD         God, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
For  you  he  shed  his  precious  blood, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 
Now  hear  his  all-important  cry, 
"  Eloi  lama  sabacthani ;  " 
Draw  near,  and  see  your  Saviour  die, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

2  Where'er  I  go  I'll  tell  the  story 

Of  the  cross,  of  the  cross  ! 
In  nothing  else  my  soul  shall  gloiy. 

Save  the  cross,  save  the  cross  ! 
Yes,  this  my  constant  theme  shall  be, 
Through  time  and  in  eternity. 
That  Jesus  suffered  death  for  me, 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 


Let  every  motn-ner  come  and  cling 

To  the  cross,  to  the  cross  ! 
Let  every  Christian  come  and  sing, 

Round  the  cross,  round  the  cross ! 
Here  let  the  preacher  take  his  stand, 
And  with  the  Bible  in  his  hand, 
Proclaim  the  triumphs  of  the  Lamb 

On  the  cross,  on  the  cross  ! 

ZSl  7s.    D. 

BOUND  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  eyes  so  pale  and  dim, 
Streaming  blood  and  writhing  limb. 
By  the  flesh  with  scourges  torn. 
By  the  crown  of  twisted  thorn. 
By  the  drooping,  death-dew'd  brow, 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree. 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  sun  at  noonday  pale. 
Shivering  rocks  and  rendmg  veil. 
By  earth  that  trembles  at  his  doom, 
By  yonder  saints  that  burst  their  tomb. 
Trembling  nature  knows  thee  now  , 
Son  of  God,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 

Faint  and  bleeding,  who  is  he.-' 

By  the  prayer  for  them  that  slew, 

"  Lord  !  they  know  not  what  they  do  ! " 

By  Eden,  promised  ere  he  died 

To  the  felon  at  his  side. 

Lord,  our  suppliant  knees  we  bow, 

Son  of  God,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree. 
Sad  and  dying,  who  is  he  ? 
By  the  last  and  bitter  cry 
The  life  given  up  in  agony; 


112 


GOD. 


By  the  baffled  burning  thirst, 
By  the  side  so  deeply  pierced, 
Crucified  !  we  know  thee  now  ; 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

5  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Cold  and  lifeless,  who  is  he? 
By  the  lifeless  body  laid 

In  the  chamber  of  the  dead : 
By  the  mourners  come  to  weep 
Where  the  bones  of  Jesus  sleep ; 
By  the  linen  round  thy  brow. 
Son  of  Man,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou ! 

6  Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree, 
Dread  and  awful,  who  is  he? 
By  the  spoiled  and  empty  grave, 
By  the  souls  he  died  to  save. 
By  the  conquests  he  hath  won. 
By  the  saints  before  his  throne. 
By  the  rainbow  round  his  brow  ; 
Son  of  God,  'tis  thou  !  'tis  thou  ! 

MiLMAN. 

35^        8s,  7s,  &4s. 

1  T   T  ARK !  the    voice  of  love    and 
X  X  mercy 

Sounds  aloud  from  Calvary  ; 
See,  it  rends  the  rocks  asunder, 

Shakes  the  earth,  and  veils  the  sky : 

"It  is  finished  !  '■' 
Hear  the  dying  Saviour  cvj. 

2  It  is  finished, — oh,  what  pleasure 

Do  these  precious  words  afford  ! 
Heavenly  blessings,  without  measure, 
Flow  to  us  from  Christ  the  Lord. 

"It  is  finished!"' 
Saints,  the  dying  words  record. 

3  Finished  all  the  types  and  shadows 

Of  the  ceremonial  law, — 


Finished — all  that  God  hath  promised, 
Death  and  hell  no  more  shall  awe : 

"It  is  finished  !" 
Saints,    from     hence    your    comfort 
draw. 

4  Tune  your  harps  anew,  ye  seraphs. 
Join  to  sing  the  pleasing  theme  ; 
All  on  earth  and  all  in  heaven 
Join  to  praise  Immanuel's  name  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Glory  to  the  bleeding  Lamb  !     evans. 

359        8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

1  TT  /"HO    is    this    that  comes  from 

VV  Edom, 

All  his  raiment  stained  with  blood, 
To  the  captive  speaking  freedom. 

Bringing  and  bestowing  good  ; 
Glorious  in  the  garb  he  wears, 
Glorious  in  the  spoil  he  bears  ? 

2  'Tis  the  Saviour,  now  victorious. 

Traveling  onward  in  his  might; 
'Tis  the  Saviour  ;  oh,  how  glorious 

To  his  people  is  the  sight ! 
Satan  conquered,  and  the  grave  ; 
Jesus  now  is  strong  to  save. 

3  Why  that  blood  his  raiment  staining? 

'Tis  the  blood  of  many  slain  ; 
Of  his  foes  there's  none  remaining. 

None,  the  contest  to  maintain  ; 
Fallen  now,  no  more  to  rise. 
All  their  glory  prostrate  lies. 

4  Mighty  Victor,  reign  forever, 

Wear  the  crown  so  dearly  won  ; 
Never  shall  thy  people,  never. 

Cease  to  sing  what  thou  hast  done. 
Thou  hast  slain  thy  people's  foes  ; 
Thou  hast  healed  thy  people's  woes. 


CHIilST'S    SUFFERINGS    AND    DEATH. 


113 


M 


360 


7s.  D. 
ARY  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 
Hasted  at  the  early  dawn  ; 
Spice    she    brought,    and   sweet   per- 
fume, 
But  the  Lord  she  loved  was  gone. 
For  awhile  she  lingering  stood, 

Filled  with  sorrow  and  surprise ; 
Trembling,  while  a  crystal  flood 
Issued  from  her  weeping  eyes. 

2  Jesus,  who  is  always  near. 

Though  too  often  unperceived. 
Came  his  drooping  child  to  cheer, 

Kindly  asking  why  she  grieved  : 
Though  at  first  she  knew  him  not, 

When  he  called  her  by  name 
Then  her  griefs  were  all  forgot, 

For  she  found  he  was  the  same. 

3  Grief  and  sighing  quickly  fled 

As  she  heard  his  welcome  voice ; 
Just  before,  she  thought  him  dead. 

Now,  he  bids  her  heart  rejoice. 
What  a  change  his  word  can  make. 

Turning  darkness  into  day  ! 
You  who  weep  for  Jesus'  sake. 

He  will  wipe  your  tears  away. 

4  He  who  came  to  comfort  her. 

When    she    thought    her    all    was 
lost. 
Will  for  your  relief  appear, 

Though  you  now  are  tempest-tost. 
On  his  word  your  burden  cast, 

On  his  love  your  thoughts  employ  ; 
Weeping  for  awhile  may  last. 

But  the  morning  brings  the  joy. 

Newton. 


361  7s.  D. 

1  "O  ESTING  from  his  work  to-day, 
XV  In  the  tomb  the  Saviour  lay  ; 
Still  he  slept ;  from  head  to  feet 
Shrouded  in  the  winding  sheet, — 
Lying  in  the  rock  alone. 

Hidden  by  the  sealed  stone. 

2  Late  at  even  there  was  seen 
Watching  long  the  Magdalene  ; 
Early,  ere  the  break  of  day. 
Sorrowful  she  took  her  way 
To  the  holy  garden  glade, 
Where  her  buried  Lord  was  laid. 

3  So  with  thee  till  life  shall  end 
I  would  solemn  vigil  spend  ; 
Let  me  hew  thee,  Lord,  a  shrine 
In  this  rocky  heart  of  mine. 
Where  in  pure  embalmed  cell 
None  but  thee  may  ever  dwell. 

4  Myrrh  and  spices  will  I  bring. 
True  affection's  offering ; 

Close  the  door  from  sight  and  sound 
Of  the  busy  world  around  ; 
And  in  patient  watch  remain 
Till  my  Lord  appear  again. 


Goto 
Y, 


362 


Whytehead. 


7s.  6  lines, 
to  dark  Gethsemane, 
e    that    feel    the    tempter's 
power ; 
Your  Redeemer's  conflict  see  : 

Watch  with  him  one  bitter  hour: 
Turn  not  from  his  griefs  away ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  pray. 

2  Follow  to  the  judgment-hall ; 

View  the  Lord  of  life  arraigned. 


lU 


GOD. 


Oh  the  wormwood  and  the  gall ! 

Oh  the  pangs  his  soul  sustained  ! 
Shun  not  suffering,  shame,  or  loss  : 
Learn  of  him  to  bear  the  cross. 

3  Calvary's  mournful  mountain  climb  ; 

There,  adoring  at  his  feet, 
Mark  that  miracle  of  time, 

God's  own  sacrifice  complete. 
"  It  is  finished  !  "  hear  him  cry ; 
Learn  of  Jesus  Christ  to  die. 

4  Early  hasten  to  the  tomb, 

Where  they  laid  his  breathless  clay  ; 
All  is  solitude  and  gloom  : 

Who  hath  taken  him  away  ? 
Christ  is  risen,  he  seeks  the  skies ; 
Saviour,  teach  us  so  to  rise. 


Montgomery. 


363 


Vs.  6  lines. 

1  T  T  70ULDST  thou  learn  the  depth 

VV  of  sin, 

All  its  bitterness  and  pain? 
What  it  cost  thy  God  to  win 

Sinners  to  himself  again  ? 
Come,  poor  sinner,  come  with  me  ; 
Visit  sad  Gethsemane. 

2  Wouldst   thou  know  God's  wondrous 

love .'' 

Seek  it  not  beside  the  throne  ; 
List  not  angels'  praise  above  ; 

Come  and  hear  the  heavy  groan 
By  the  Godhead  heaved  for  thee, 
Sinner,  in  Gethsemane. 

3  When  his  tears  and  bloody  sweat, 

When  his  passion  and  his  prayer, 
When  his  pangs  on  Olivet 

Wake  within  thee  thoughts  of  care, 


Think,  O  sinner,  'twas  for  thee 
He  suffered  in  Gethsemane. 
4  Hate  the  sin  that  cost  so  dear ; 

Love  the  God  that  loved  thee  so  ; 
Weep  thou  must,  but  likewise  fear 

Lest  that  fountain  freshly  flow, 
That  once  freely  gushed  for  thee 
In  sorrowful  Gethsemane.  Monsell. 


364 


7s. 

1  /'"^H^RIST  the  Lord  is  risen  to-day, 
V^'   Sons  of  men  and  angels  say ; 

Raise  your  joys  and  triumphs  high, 
Sing,  ye  heavens,  and  earth  reply. 

2  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done. 
Fought  the  fight,  the  battle  won : 
Lo  !  our  Sun's  eclipse  is  o'er  ; 
Lo !  he  sets  in  blood  no  more. 

3  Vain  the  stone,  the  watch,  the  seal ; 
Christ  hath  burst  the  gates  of  hell ! 
Death  in  vain  forbids  his  rise  ; 
Christ  hath  opened  Paradise  ! 

4  Lives  again  our  glorious  King  : 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Once  he  died,  our  souls  to  save  : 
Where  thy  victory,  O  Grave  ? 

5  Soar  we  now  where  Christ  has  led. 
Following  our  exalted  head  ; 
Made  like  him,  like  him  we  rise  ; 
Ours  the  cross,  the  grave,  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley. 

Z^S  7s. 

I      A  NGELS  !  roll  the  rock  away  ; 
/\   Death  !    yield   up    thy    mighty 

prey  ; 
See  !  the  Saviour  leaves  the  tomb. 
Glowing  with  immortal  bloom. 


CIIIilST'S    RESURRECTION    AND     GLORY. 


115 


2  Now,  ye  saints,  lift  up  j'our  eyes, 
See  him  higli  in  glory  rise  ! 
Hosts  of  angels,  on  the  road, 
Hail  him — the  incarnate  God. 

3  Heaven  unfolds  its  portals  wide  ; 
See  the  Conqueror  through  them  ride  ! 
King  of  glory  !  mount  thy  throne — 
Boundless  empire  is  thine  own. 

4  Praise  him,  ye  celestial  choirs  ! 
Tune,  and  sweep  your  golden  lyres  ; 
Raise,  O  earth  !  your  noblest  songs, 
From  ten  thousand  thousand  tongues. 

5  Every  note  with  wonder  swell, 
Sin  o'erthrown,  and  captive  hell ! 
Where,  O  Death,  is  now  thy  sting? 
Where  thy  terrors,  vanquished  king? 

Gibbons. 

1  1\  /T  ORNING     breaks    upon    the 
IVi  tomb, 

Jesus  scatters  all  its  gloom  ; 

Day  of  triumph  through  the  skies — 

See  the  glorious  Saviour  rise  ! 

2  Ye,  who  are  of  death  afraid, 
Triumph  in  the  scattered  shade  ; 
Drive  your  anxious  cares  away  ; 
See  the  place  where  Jesus  lay! 

3  Christian,  dry  your  flowing  tears, 
Chase  your  unbelieving  fears  ; 
Look  on  his  deserted  grave  ; 
Doubt  no  more  his  power  to  save  ! 

Collier. 


367 


7s. 


T    /"^HRISTthe  Lord  is  risen  again, 
V_^   Christ  hath  broken  every  chain  ; 
Hark  !   angelic  voices  cry, 
Singing  evermore  on  high, 

Hallelujah!  Praise  the  Lord  ! 


2  He  who  gave  for  us  his  life. 
Who  for  us  enduied  the  strife, 
Is  our  paschal  Lamb  to-day  ! 
We,  too,  sing  for  joy,  and  say. 

Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 

3  He  who  bore  all  pain  and  loss, 
Comfortless,  upon  the  cross, 
Lives  in  glory  now  on  high, 
Pleads  for  us  and  hears  our  cry ; 

Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 

4  Now  he  bids  us  tell  abroad 
How  the  lost  may  be  restored, 
How  the  penitent  forgiven. 
How  we,  too,  may  enter  heaven  ! 

Hallelujah  !  Praise  the  Lord  ! 


Bohemian  Hvmn. 


368 


7s. 


I     T  T  AIL  to  thee,  our  risen  King  ! 
X   X    Joyfully  thy  praise  we  sing; 
For,  the  mighty  conflict  o'er, 
Now  thou  livest  evermore. 


2  Thou  within  the  tomb  hast  slept, 
Angel  guards  thy  vigil  kept; 
'Twas  their  word  to  Mary  brought 
Tidings  of  the  Lord  she  sought. 

3  "Seek  him  not  among  the  dead, 
He  is  risen  as  he  said  :  " 
Gladdened  by  the  angelic  word, 
Turning,  she  beheld  her  Lord. 

4  Fain  like  Mary,  Lord,  would  we 
In  thy  glorious  presence  be. 
Hear  thy  voice  and  see  thy  face, 
Praise  thee  for  thy  wondrous  grace. 


116 


GOD. 


369  7s. 

1  TTAIL  the  day  that  sees  him  rise, 
XJL  Glorious,  to  his  native  skies  ! 

Christ,  awhile  to  mortals  given, 
Enters  now  the  gates  of  heaven. 

2  There  the  glorious  triumph  waits: 
Lift  your  heads,  eternal  gates  ! 
Christ  hath  vanquished  death  and  sin  ; 
Take  the  King  of  glory  in. 

3  Still  for  us  he  intercedes. 

His  prevailing  death  he  pleads  ; 
Near  himself  prepares  our  place, 
Great  Forerunner  of  our  race. 

4  Master,  will  we  ever  say. 
Taken  from  our  head  to-day, 
See  thy  faithful  servants,  see, 
Ever  gazing  up  to  thee  ! 

5  Grant,  though  parted  from  our  sight, 
High  above  yon  azure  height. 
Grant,  our  hearts  may  thither  rise. 
Following  thee  beyond  the  skies  ! 

C.  Wesley. 

ZIO  H.  M. 

1  '\7'ES,  the  Redeemer  rose, 

j[       The  Saviour  left  the  dead, 
And  o'er  our  hellish  foes* 

High  raised  his  conquering  head  ; 
In  wild  dismay  the  guards  around 
Fall  to  the  ground  and  sink  away. 

2  Lo,  the  angelic  bands 

In  full  assembly  meet 
To  wait  his  high  commands. 

And  worship  at  his  feet : 
Joyful  they  come,  and  wing  their  way 
From  realms  of  day  to  Jesus'  tomb. 


3  Then  back  to  heaven  they  fly, 

And  the  glad  tidings  bear  ; 
Hark  !  as  they  soar  on  high, 

What  music  fills  the  air ! 
Their  anthems  say,  "  Jesus  who  bled 
Flath  left  the  dead;  he  rose  to-day." 

4  Ye  mortals,  catch  the  sound, 

Redeemed  by  him  from  hell, 
And  send  the  echo  round 

The  globe  on  which  you  dwell ; 
Transported  cry,  "  Jesus  who  bled 
Hath  left  the  dead,  no  more  to  die." 

Doddridge. 

37^  H.  M. 

1  '\7'E  saints  !   your  music  bring, 

i        And  swell  the  rapturous  sound ; 
Strike  every  trembling  string. 

Till  earth  and  heaven  resound: 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

2  The  cross — the  cross  alone — 

Subdued  the  powers  of  hell  ; 
Like  lightning  from  his  throne. 

The  prince  of  darkness  fell  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints  I  each  joyful  string. 

3  The  cross  hath  power  to  save, 

From  all  the  foes  that  rise  ; 
The  cross  hath  made  the  grave 

A  passage  to  the  skies  ; 
The  triumphs  of  the  cross  we  sing — 
Awake,  ye  saints  !  each  joyful  string. 

Reed. 

372  L.  M.    D. 

I    /"^UR  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead, 

\ )     Our  Jesus  is  gone  up  on  high  ; 

The  powers  of  hell  are  captive  led. 
Dragged  to  the  portals  of  the  sky. 


CHRIST'S    RESURRECTION    AND     GLORY. 


117 


There  his  triumphal  chariot  waits, 
And  angels  chant  the  solemn  lay: 

"  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  heav'nly  gates, 
Ye  everlasting  doors,  give  way." 

2  Loose  all  your  bars  of  massy  light 

And  wide  unfold  the  radiant  scene ; 
He  claims  those  mansions  as  his  right ; 

Receive  the  King  of  Glory  in. 
"  Who  is  the  King  of  Glory,  who  ?  " 

The  Lord  that  all  his  foes  o'ercame. 
The  world,  sin,  death,  and  hell  o'er- 
threw ; 
And  Jesus  is  the  conqueror's  name. 


373 


C.  Wesley. 


L.  M.    D. 


1  1\^T  OW  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise, 

JL  \|  To  great  Jehovah's  equal  Son ! 
Awake,  my  voice,  in  heavenly  lays, 

Tell  the  loud  wonders  he  hath  done. 
Sing,  how  he  left  the  worlds  of  light, 

And  the  bright  robes  he  wore  above  ; 
How  swift  and  joyful  was  the  flight. 

On  wings  of  everlasting  love. 

2  Deep  in  the  shades  of  gloomy  death, 

Th'  almighty  Captive  Prisoner  lay ; 
Th'  almighty  Captive  left  the  earth,  , 

And  rose  to  everlasting  day. 
Amongst  a  thousand  harps  and  songs, 

Jesus  the  God  exalted  reigns  ; 
His  sacred  name  fills  all  their  tongues, 

And  echoes    through  the   heavenly 

plains.  Watts. 

374  L.  M.  D. 

.\IL!  morning  known  among  the 
blest, — 
Morning    of    hope,    and   joy,    and 
love, — 


H 


Of  heavenly  peace,  and  holy  rest. 
Pledge  of  the  endless  rest  above. 

Blest  be  the  Father  of  our  Lord, 
Who   from   the  dead  hath  brought 
his  Son, 

Hope  to  the  lost  was  then  restored. 
And  everlasting  glory  won. 

2   Scarce  morning  twilight  had  begun 
To  chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
When  Christ  arose — unsetting  Sun — 

The  dawn  of  joy's  eternal  da}'. 
Mercy  looked  down  with  smiling  eye, 
When  our  Immanuel  left  the  dead  ; 
Faith    marked    his   bright   ascent   oji 
high, 
And  hope,  with  gladness,  raised  her 
lieacl.  Wardl.wv. 

zy  s        L.  M, 

1  TT  THERE      high     the     heavenly 

V  V  temple  stands. 

The    house   of  God    not    made   with 

hands, 
A  great  High-Priest  our  nature  wears, 
The  guardian  of  mankind  appears. 

2  Though  now  ascended  up  on  high. 
He  bends  to  earth  a  brother's  eye  ; 
Partaker  of  the  human  name, 

He  knows  the  frailty  of  our  frame. 

3  Our  fellow-sufferer  yet  retains 
A  fellow-feeling  for  our  pains  ; 
And  still  remembers,  in  the  skies. 
His  tears,  his  agonies,  and  cries. 

4  In  every  pang  that  rends  the  heart, 
The  Man  of  Sorrows  had  a  part ; 
He  sympathizes  in  our  grief, 

And  to  the  sufferer  sends  relief. 


lis 


GOD. 


5  With  boldness,  therefore,  at  the  throne, 
Let  us  make  all  our  sorrows  known, 
And  ask  the  aids  of  heavenly  power, 
To  help  us  in  the  evil  hour.  logan. 

Zl^  L.  M. 

^   "\  A  /HEN  1  the  holy  grave  survey, 
V  V       Where     once     my     Saviour 
deigned  to  lie, 
I  see  fulfilled  what  prophets  say. 
And  all  the  power  of  death  defy. 

2  This  empty  tomb  shall  now  proclaim. 

How  weak  the  bands  of  conquered 

death : 
Sweet  pledge  that  all  who   trust  his 

name 
Shall  rise,  and  draw  immortal  breath. 

3  Jesus,  once  numbered  with  the  dead, 

Unseals  his  eyes  to  sleep  no  more. 
And  ever  lives  their  cause  to  plead. 
For   whom  the   pains  of  death  he 
bore. 

4  Thy  risen  Lord,  my  soul,  behold  ! 

See  the  rich  diadem  he  wears ! 
Thou  too  shalt  bear  a  harp  of  gold — 
A  crown  of  joy,  when  he  appears. 

5  Though  in  the  dust  I  lay  my  head, 

Yet,   gracious    God,    thou  wilt  not 
leave 
My  flesh  forever  with  the  dead, 
Nor  lose  thy  children  in  the  grave. 

Wallin. 

377  L.  M. 

'E  lives,  the  great  Redeemer  lives; 
What  joy  the  blest   assurance 
gives ! 
And  now,  before  his  Father  God, 
Pleads  the  full  merit  of  his  blood. 


Repeated  crimes  awake  our  fears, 
And  justice,    armed  with  frowns,  ap- 
pears ; 
But  in  the  Saviour's  lovely  face 
Sweet  mercy  smiles,  and  all  is  peace  ! 

Hence,    then,    ye    black,    despairing 

thoughts ; 
Above  our  fears,  above  our  faults. 
His  powerful  intercessions  rise. 
And  guilt  recedes,  and  terror  dies. 

In  every  dark,  distressful  hour, 
When  sin  and  Satan  join  their  power, 
Let  this  dear  hope  repel  the  dart, 
That  Jesus  bears  us  on  his  heart. 

Great  Advocate,  almighty  Friend  ! 
On  him  our  humble  hopes  depend ; 
Our  cause  can  never,  never  fail. 
For  Jesus  pleads,  and  must  prevail. 


378 


C.  M. 

I   KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
What  comfort  this  sweet  sentence 
gives  ; 
He  lives,  he  lives,  who  once  was  dead, 
He  lives,  my  ever-living  Head  ! 

He  lives  triumphant  from  the  grave ; 
He  lives  eternally  to  save  ; 
He  lives  all-glorious  in  the  sky  ; 
He  lives  exalted  there  on  high. 

He  lives  to  bless  me  with  his  love; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above ; 
He  lives  my  hungr}'  soul  to  feed  ; 
He  lives  to  help  in  time  of  need. 
He  lives  to  grant  me  rich  supply ; 
He  lives  to  guide  me  with  his  eye  ; 
He  lives  to  comfort  me  when  faint ; 
He  lives  to  hear  my  soul's  complaint. 


CHRIST'S    RESURRECTIOII    AND     GLORY. 


119 


5  He  lives  to  silence  all  my  fears  ; 
He  lives  to  stoop  and  wipe  my  tears ; 
He  lives  to  calm  my  troubled  heart ; 
He  lives  all  blessings  to  impart. 


379 


Medley. 


C.  M. 


1  ''  I  ''HE  morning  kindles  all  the  sky, 

X     The  heavens  resound  with  an- 
thems high, 
The  shining  angels  as  they  speed, 
Proclaim,  "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !  " 

2  Vainly  with  rocks  his  tomb  was  barred, 
While  Roman  guards  kept  watch  and 

ward  ; 
Majestic  from  the  spoiled  tomb. 
In  pomp  of  triumph  he  has  come  ! 

3  When  the  amazed  disciples  heard, 
Their  hearts  with  speechless  joy  were 

stirred  ; 
Their  Lord's  beloved  face  to  see, 
Eager  they  haste  to  Galilee. 

4  His  pierced  hands  to  them  he  shows. 
His    face   with   love's   own   radiance 

glows; 
They  with  the  angels'  message  speed, 
And  shout, "  The  Lord  is  risen  indeed !  " 

5  O  Christ,  thou  King  compassionate  ! 
Our  hearts  possess  ;  on  thee  we  wait ; 
Help  us  to  render  praises  due 

To  thee  the  endless  ages  through. 


H 


38 


o 


C.  M. 


E  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heavenly 
Friend  ; 

He  lives  and  loves  me  to  the  end  ; 
He  lives,  and  while  he  lives  I'll  sing ; 
He  lives,  my  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King. 


He  lives,  and  grants  me  daily  breath  ; 
He  lives,  and  I  shall  conquer  death  ; 
He  lives  my  mansion  to  prepare  ; 
He  lives  to  bring  me  safely  there. 
He  lives,  all  glory  to  his  name ! 
He  lives,  my  Jesus,  still  the  same ; 
Oh,  the  sweet  joy  this  sentence  gives, 
"I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  !  " 

Medley. 

381  CM. 

HOSANNA     to    the    Prince    of 
Light, 

Who  clothed  himself  in  clay. 
Entered  the  iron  gates  of  death, 

And  tore  the  bars  away. 
See  how  the  Conqueror  mounts  aloft, 

And  to  his  Father  flics, 
With  scars  of  honor  in  his  flesh, 

And  triumph  in  his  eyes. 
There  our  exalted  Saviour  reigns, 

And  scatters  blessings  down  ; 
Our  Jesus  fills  the  middle  seat 

Of  the  celestial  throne. 
Raise  your  devotion,  mortal  tongues, 

To  reach  his  blest  abode  ; 
Sweet  be  the  accents  of  your  songs, 

To  our  incarnate  God. 
Bright    angels,    strike    your    loudest 
strings. 

Your  sweetest  voices  raise ; 
Let  heaven,  and  all  created  things, 

Sound  our  Immanuel's  praise,    watts. 

v>"^  C.  M- 

JESUS,  our  Lord,  ascend  thy  throne, 
And  near  thy  Father  sit: 
in  Zion  shall  thy  power  be  known, 
And  make  thy  foes  submit. 


120 


GOD. 


2  What  wonders  shall  thy  Gospel  do ! 

Thy  converts  shall  surpass 
The  numerous  drops  of  morning  dew, 
And  own  thy  sovereign  grace. 

3  God  hath  pronounced  a  firm  decree, 

Nor  changes  what  he  swore  : — 
"  Eternal  shall  thy  priesthood  be, 
When  Aaron  is  no  more." 

4  Jesus,  our  Priest,  forever  lives, 

To  plead  f  )r  us  above  ; 
Jesus,  our  King,  forever  gives 
The  blessings  of  his  love. 

5  God  will  exalt  his  glorious  head. 

His  lofty  throne  maintain, 
And    strike    the    powers  and   princes 
dead, 
Who  dare  oppose  his  reign. 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  A  RISE,  ye  people,  and  adore, 
/~\      Exulting  s-trike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore. 

Confess  the  Almighty  Lord  ! 

2  Glad  shouts  aloud,  wide  echoing  round, 

The  ascending  God  proclaim  ; 
The  angelic  choir  respond  the  sound, 
And  shake  creation's  frame. 

3  They  sing  of  death  and  hell  o'erthrown, 

In  that  triumphant  hour  ; 
Antl  God  exalts  his  conquering  Son 
To  his  right  hand  of  power. 

4  Oh  shout,  ye  people,  and  adore  ; 

Exulting  strike  the  chord  ! 
Let  all  the  earth,  from  shore  to  shore, 
Confess  the  Almighty  Lord. 

Lyte. 


Y 


384 


C.  M. 

E   humble   souls   that   seek   the 
Lord, 

Chase  all  your  fears  away  ; 
And  bow  with  reverence  down,  to  see 
The  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

2  Thus  low  the  Lord  of  life  was  brought. 

Such  wonders  love  can  do ! 
Thus  cold  in  death  that  bosom  lay. 
Which  throbbed  and  bled  for  you. 

3  If  ye  have  wept  at  yonder  cross, 

And  still  your  sorrows  rise. 
Stoop  down  and  view  the  vanquished 
grave, 
Then  wipe  your  weeping  eyes. 

4  Yes,  dry   your   tears,    and  tune  your 

songs, 
The  Saviour  lives  again; 
Not  all  the  bolts  and  bars  of  death 
The  Conqueror  could  detain. 

5  High  o'er  th'  angelic  band  he  rears 

His  once  dishonored  head; 
And   through   unnumbered    years 
reigns, 
Who  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

Doddridge 


he 


N 


385 


C.  M. 

OW  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 
Our  great  High  Priest  above. 
And  celebrate  his  constant  care. 
And  sympathetic  love. 

2  Though  raised  to  a  superior  throne, 
Where  angels  bow  around. 
And  high  o'er  all  the  shining  train, 
With  matchless  honors  crowned  ; — 


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3  The  names  of  all  his  sahits  he  bears 

Deep  graven  on  his  heart ; 
Nor  shall  a  name  once  treasured  there 
E'er  from  his  care  depart. 

4  Those  characters  shall  fair  abide, 

Our  everlasting  trust, 
When    gems,     and    monuments,    and 
crowns. 
Are  moldered  into  dust. 

5  So,  gracious  Saviour,  on  my  breast 

May  thy  dear  name  be  worn, 
A  sacred  ornament  and  guard, 
To  endless  ages  borne. 

Doddridge. 


386 


C.  M. 

1  T  T  TITH  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 

VV       Of  our  High  Priest  above  : 
His  heart  is  made  of  tenderness, 
His  bosom  glows  v/ith  love. 

2  Touched  with  a  sympathy  within, 

He  knows  our  feeble  frame  ; 
He  knows  what  sore  temptations  mean. 
For  he  hath  felt  the  same. 

3  He  in  the  days  of  feeble  flesh 

Poured  out  his  cries  and  tears ; 
And  in  his  measure  feels  afresh 
What  every  member  bears. 

4  Then  let  our  humble  faith  address 

His  mercy  and  his  power; 


We  shall  obtain  delivering  grace 
In  the  distressing  hour. 


Watts. 


87 


C.  M. 


I   SAY  to  allj-nen,  far  and  near. 
That  he  is  risen  again  ; 
That  he  is  with  us  now  and  here, 
And  ever  shall  remain. 


2  And  what  I  say,  let  each  this  morn 

Go  tell  it  to  his  friend. 
That  soon  in  every  place  shall  dawn 
His  kingdom  without  end. 

3  Now  first  to  souls  who  thus  awake, 

Seems  earth  a  fatherland; 
A  new  and  endless  life  they  take 
With  rapture  from  his  hand, 

4  The  fears  of  death  and  of  the  grave 

Are  whelmed  beneath  the  sea  ; 
And  every  heart,  now  light  and  brave, 
May  face  the  things  to  be. 

5  Now  let  the  mourner  grieve  no  more, 

Though  his  beloved  sleep  ; 
A  happier  meeting  shall  restore 
Their  light  to  eyes  that  weejD. 


388 


NOVALIS. 


C.  M. 


1  ^  I  ^HE  morning  purples  all  the  sky, 

X        The  air  with  praises  rings, 
Defeated  hell  stands  sullen  by. 
The  world  exulting  sings  : 

2  While  he,  the  King  all  strong  to  save, 

Rends  the  dark  doors  away. 
And    through    the    breaches    of   the 
grave 
Strides  forth  into  the  day. 

3  Death's  captive,  in  his  gloomy  prison 

Fast  fettered  he  has  lain  ; 
But  he  has  mastered  death,  is  risen, 
And  now  death  wears  the  chain. 

4  The  shining  angels  cry,  "  Away 

With  grief;  no  spices  bring; 
Not  tears,  but  songs,  this  joyful  day, 
Should  crreet  the  rising  Kins:!  " 


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o 


5  Glory  to  God  !  our  glad  lips  cry  ; 
All  praise  and  worship  be 
On   earth,    in   heaven,  to    God  Most 
high, 
For  Christ's  great  victory  ! 

A.  R.  Thompson. 

3^9  CM. 

H  !  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 
To  God,  the  sovereign  King ; 
Let  all  the  lands  their  tongues  employ, 
And  hymns  of  triumph  sing. 

2  Jesus,  our  God,  ascends  on  high ; 

His  heavenly  guards  around 
Attend  him  rising  through  the  sky. 
With  trumpets'  joyful  sound. 

3  While    angels    shout  and  praise  their 

King, 
Let  mortals  learn  their  strains  ; 
Let  all  the  earth  his  honor  sing ; — 
O'er  all  the  earth  he  reigns. 

4  Rehearse    his    praise,    with    awe    pro- 

found ; 
Let  knowledge  lead  the  song ; 
Nor  mock  him  with  a  solemn  sound 
Upon  a  thoughtless  tongue. 

Watts. 

390  C.  M. 

1  ''  I  "*HE  head  that  once  was  crowned 

_L  wiih  thorns 

Is  crowned  with  glory  now; 
A  royal  diadem  adorns, 
The  mighty  Victor's  brow. 

2  The  highest  place  that  heaven  affords 

Is  his  by  sovereign  right : 
The  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 
He  reigns  in  glory  bright ; — 


The  joy  of  all  who  dwell  above, 

The  joy  of  all  below^ 
To  whom  he  manifests  his  love, 

And  grants  his  name  to  know. 

To  them,  the  cross,  with  all  its  shame, 
With  all  its  grace  is  given  ; 

Their  name,  an  everlasting  name, 
Their  joy — the  joy  of  heaven. 

To  them  the  cross  is  life  and  health. 
Though  shame  and  death  to  him  ; 

His  people's  hope,  his  people's  wealth, 
Their  everlasting  theme.  Kelly. 

39^  CM. 

WELCOME  thou  Victor  in  the 
strife, 
Welcome  from  out  the  cave  ! 
To-day  we  triumph  in  thy  life 
Around  thine  empty  grave. 

Our  enemy  is  put  to  shame, 
His  short-lived  triumph  o'er; 

Our  God  is  with  us,  we  exclaim, 
We  fear  our  foe  no  more. 

Oh  share  with  us  the  spoils,  we  pray, 

Thou  diedst  to  achieve  ; 
We  meet  within  thy  house  to-day, 

Our  portion  to  receive. 

And  let  thy  conquering  banner  wave 
O'er  hearts  thou  makest  free, 

And    point    the    path    that    from    the 
grave 
Leads  heavenward  up  to  thee. 

We  die  with  thee  :  oh,  let  us  live 
Henceforth  to  thee  aright ! 

The  blessings  thou  hast  died  to  give 
Ee  daily  in  our  sight. 


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6  Fearless  we  lay  us  in  the  tomb, 
And  sleep  the  night  away, 
If  thou  art  there  to  break  the  gloom, 
And  call  us  back  to  day. 

SCHMOLKE. 

39^  8s  &  7s. 

1  T  T  ARK !  ten  thousand  harps  and 
\_  X  voices 

Sound  the  note  of  praise  above  ; 
Jesus  reigns,  and  heaven  rejoices ; 

Jesus  reigns,  the  God  of  love  ; 
See,  he  sits  on  yonder  throne  ! 
Jesus  rules  the  world  alone. 

2  Jesus,  hail !  whose  glory  brightens 

All  above,  and  gives  it  worth ; 
Lord  of  life,  thy  smile  enlightens. 

Cheers    and   charms  thy  saints  on 
earth  : 
When  we  think  of  love  like  thine, 
Lord,  we  own  it  love  divine. 

3  King  of  glory,  reign  forever  ! 

Thine  an  everlasting  crown  ; 
Nothing  from  thy  love  shall  sever 

Those  whom  thou  hast  made  thine 
own  : 
Happy  objects  of  thy  grace. 
Chosen  to  behold  thy  face. 

4  Saviour,  hasten  thine  appearing  ! 

Bring,  oh  bring  the  glorious  day, 
When,  the  awful  summons  hearing, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  pass  away  ! 
Then  with  golden  harps  we'll  sing, 
"  Glory,  glory,  to  our  King  1  " 

•     Hallelujah,  Amen ! 

Kelly. 


393  8s  &  7s. 

1  T  TAIL,  thou  once  despised  Jesus  : 
JL  X  Crowned  in  mockery  a  king! 
Thou  didst  suffer  to  release  us ; 

Thou  didst  free  salvation  bring. 
Hail,  thou  agonizing  Saviour, 

Bearer-  of  our  sin  and  shame  ! 
By  thy  merits  we  find  favor ; 

Life  is  given  through  tliy  name. 

2  Jesus,  hail  !  enthroned  in  glory, 

There  forever  to  abide  ; 
All  the  heavenly  host  adore  thee, 

Seated  at  thy  Father's  side  : 
There  for  sinners  thou  art  pleading  ; 

There  thou  dost  our  place  prepare : 
Ever  for  us  interceding. 

Till  in  glory  we  appear. 

3  Worship,  honor,  power,  and  blessing 

Thou  art  worthy  to  receive  : 
Loudest  praises,  without  ceasing. 

Meet  it  is  for  us  to  give. 
Help,  ye  bright  angelic  spirits  ; 

Bring  your  sweetest,  noblest  lays  ; 
Flelp  to  sing  our  Saviour's  merits ; 

Help  to  chant  Immanuel's  praise. 

Bakewell. 

394-       8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

1  T  OOK,   ye    saints  ;  —  the    sight   is 
J J         glorious  ; — 

See  the  Man  of  Sorrows  now ; 

From  the  fight  returned  victorious. 

Every  knee  to  him  shall  bow; 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Crowns  become  the  Victor's  brow. 

2  Crown  the  Saviour,  angels,  crown  him  ; 

Rich  the  trophies  Jesus  brings  ; 


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GOD. 


In  the  seat  of  power  enthrone  him, 
While  the  heavenly  concert  rings  ; 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Crown  the  Saviour  King  of  kings. 

3  Sinners  in  derision  crowned  him, 

Mocking  thus  the  Saviour's  claim  ; 
Saints  and  angels  crowd  anound  him, 
Own  his  title,  praise  his  name  : 

Crown  him,  crown  him  ; 
Spread  abroad  the  Victor's  fame. 

4  Hark  !  those  bursts  of  accLimation  ! 

Hark!       those      loud,     triumphant 
chords ! 
Jesus  takes  the  highest  station  ; 
Oh,  what  joy  the  sight  affords  ! 

Crown  him,  crown  him, 
King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords. 

Kelly. 

395       Ss,  7s,  &4s. 

1  T  TAIL,     thou     happy     morn,     so 
X  X         glorious  ! 

Come,   ye   saints,  your  griefs   give 
o'er ; 
Sing  how  Jesus  rose  victorious, 
By  his  own  almighty  power : 

Hallelujah ! 
To  the  glorious  Son  of  God. 

2  Countless  bands  of  angels  glorious, 

Cloth'd  in  bright  ethereal  blue  ; 

Straight  the  sound  of  Christ  victorious 

From  their  silver  trumpets  flew  : 

Christ  triumphant. 
Rises,  Conqueror  o'er  the  tomb. 

3  Is  this  he  who  died  on  Calvary, 

Who    was     pierc'd    with    many    a 
spear  ? 


Clad  with  countless  suns  of  glory, 
See,  he  rises  through  the  air : 

Hallelujah! 
Zion's  mourner,  now  rejoice. 

4  Tremble,  ye  who  him  rejected, 

Lo !    he    breaks     through     yonder 
cloud  ; 
Rise,  ye  saints,  and  shout  triumphant. 
Victory  !  through  Jesus'  blood  : 

Hark  !  the  trumpet 
Sounds  the  resurrection  morn. 


■E 


39^       Ss,  7s,  &4s. 
O  1  he  comes,  with  clouds  descend- 


Once  for  favored  sinners  slain ; 

Thousand  thousand  saints,  attending, 

Swell  the  triumph  of  his  train  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Jesus  shall  forever  reign. 

2  Every  eye  shall  now  behold  him. 

Robed  in  dreadful  majesty  : 
Those  who    set   at  nought  and    sold 
him. 
Pierced,    and   nailed    him    to    the 
tree. 
Deeply  wailing, 
Shall  the  true  Messiah  see. 

3  When  the  solemn  trump  has  sounded, 

Heaven  and  earth  shall  flee  away ; 
All  who  hate  him  must,  confounded. 
Hear  the  summons  of  that  day — 

"  Come  to  judgment ! — 
Come  to  judgment ! — come  away  !  " 

4  Now  the  Saviour,  long  expected. 

See,  in  solemn  pomp,  appear ; 


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All  his  saints,  by  man  rejected, 
Now  shall  meet  him  in  the  air : 

Hallelujah! 
See  the  day  of  God  appear. 

Wesley  &  Cennick. 

397        8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

1  /'"^HRIST  is  coming!  let  creation 
V_^     Bid    her    groans    and    travail 

cease  ; 
Let  the  glorious  proclamation 

Hope  restore  and  faith  increase — 

Christ  is  coming ! 
Come,  thou  blessed  Prince  of  peace. 

2  Earth  can  now  but  tell  the  story 

Of  thy  bitter  cross  and  pain  ; 
She  shall  yet  behold  thy  glory 

When  thou  comest  back  to  reign — 

Christ  is  coming  ! 
Let  each  heart  repeat  the  strain. 

3  Though  once  cradled  in  a  manger, 

Oft  no  pillow  but  the  sod  ; 
Here  an  alien  and  a  stranger, 

Mocked  of  men,  disowned  of  God — 

All  creation 
Yet  shall  own  that  kingly  rod. 

4  Long  thy  exiles  have  been  pining. 

Far  from  rest  and  home  and  thee ; 
But,  in  heavenly  vesture  shining, 
Soon  they  shall  thy  glory  see — 

Christ  is  coming  ! 
Haste  the  joyous  jubilee. 

5  With  that  "  blessed  hope  "  before  us, 

Let  no  harp  remain  unstrung ; 
Let  the  mighty  advent  chorus 

Onward  roll  from  tongue  to  tongue — 

Christ  is  coming  ! 
Come,  Lord  Jesus,  quickly  come. 

Macduff. 


'E' 


398 


Ss,  7s,  &  4s. 
he  cometh !  countless  trumpets 
Blow  to  raise  the  sleeping  dead  ; 
'Mid  ten  thousand  saints  and  angels, 
See  their  great  exalted  Head  ! 

Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome.  Son  of  God  ! 

2  Now  his  merit,  by  the  harpers. 

Through  the  eternal  deep  resounds  ; 
Now  resplendent  shine  his  nail-prints, 
Every  eye  shall  see  his  wounds ; 

They  v/ho  pierced  him 
Shall  at  his  appearance  wail. 

3  Full  of  joyful  expectation, 

Saints  behold  the  Judge  appear; 
Truth  and  justice  go  before  him  ; 
Now  the  royal  sentence  hear : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome,  Judge  divine. 

4  "  Come,  ye  blessed  of  my  Father, 

Enter  into  life  and  joy  ; 
Banish  all  your  fears  and  sorrows  ; 
Endless  praise  be  your  employ  :  " 

Hallelujah  ! 
Welcome,  welcome  to  the  skies. 

Cennick. 

399        8s,  7s,  &  4s. 

1  T  O  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descend- 
JL/         ing ! 

Hark  !  the  trump  of  God  is  blown, 
And  th'  Archangel's  voice  attending 
Makes  the  high  procession  known : 

Sons  of  Adam 
Rise,  and  stand  before  your  God ! 

2  Crowns  and  sceptres  fall  before  him, 

Kings  and  conquerors  own  his  sv 


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Haughtiest  monarchs  now  adore  him, 
While  they  see  his  hghtnings  play  : 

How  triumphant 
Is  the  world's  Redeemer  now ! 

3  Hear  his  voice,  as  mighty  thunder 

Sounding  in  eternal  roar, 
While  its  echo  rends  in  sunder 

Rocks  and  mountains,  sea  and  shore; 

Hark !  his  accents 
Through    th'  unfathomed    deep   re- 
sound ! 

4  "  Come,  Lord  Jesus  !  oh  !  come  quick- 

ly!" 
Oft  has  prayed  the  mourning  bride  : 
"  Lo  !  "  he  answers,  "  I  come  quickly !  " 
Who  thy  commg  may  abide  ? 

All  who  loved  him, 
All  who  longed  to  see  his  day. 

5  "Come,"  he  saith,  "ye  heirs  of  glory  ^ 

Come,  ye  purchase  of  my  blood  ; 
Clann  the  kmgdom  now  before  you. 
Rise,  and  fill  the  mount  of  God, 

Fixed  forever 
Where  the  Lamb  on  Zion  stands." 

Olivers. 


o 


4^^        8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
'ER  the  distant  mountains  break- 

Comes  the  reddening  dawn  of  day  ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  from  sleep  awaking. 
Rise,  and  sing,  and  watch,  and  pray  : 

'Tis  thy  Saviour, 
On  his  bright,  returning  way. 

2  O  thou  long-expected,  weary 

Waits  my  anxious  soul  for  thee  ; 


Life  is  dark,  and  earth  is  dreary, 
Where  thy  light  I  do  not  see : 

O  my  Saviour, 
When  wilt  thou  return  to  me  ! 
Nearer  is  my  soul's  salvation. 

Spent  the  night,  the  day  at  hand  ; 
Keep  me  in  my  lowly  station. 
Watching  for  thee,  till  I  stand, 

O  my  Saviour, 
In  thy  bright  and  promised  land  ! 
With  my  lamp  well-trimmed  and  burn- 
ing 
Swift  to  hear,  and  slow  to  roam. 
Watching  for  thy  glad  returning. 
To  restore  me  to  my  home, 

Come,  my  Saviour ! 
O  my  Saviour,  quickly  come  ! 

MONSELL. 

4^^        8s,  7s,  &  4s. 
ESUS  comes  to  souls  rejoicing. 
Bringing  news  of  sin  forgiven  ; 
Jesus  comes  in  sounds  of  gladness, 
Liftmg  up  our  souls  to  heaven  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Now  the  gate  of  death  is  rivc-n. 
Jesus  comes  in  joy  and  sorrow. 

Shares  alike  our  hopes  and  fears  ; 
"  Jesus  comes  "  whate'er  befalls  us. 
Cheers   our    hearts    and  dries   our 
tears, 
Hallelujah ! 
Cheering  e'en  our  falling  years. 
Jesus  comes  on  clouds,  triumphant. 

When  the  heavens  shall  pass  away ; 
Jesus  comes  again  in  glory ; 
Let  us  then  our  homage  pay  : 

Hallelujah  ! 
Sing  we  till  the  break  of  day. 


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■w 


402  L.  M. 

HEN    Christ   came   clown   on 
earth  of  old, 
He  took  our  nature  poor  and  low ; 
He  wore  no  form  of  angel  mould, 
But  shared  our  weakness  and  our 
woe. 

2  But  when  he  cometh  back  once  more. 

Then  shall   be  set  the  great  white 
throne  ; 
And  earth  and  heaven  shall  flee  before 
The  face  of  him  that  sits  thereon. 

3  O  Son  of  God !  in  glory  crown'd. 

The   Judge   ordain'd  of  quick  and 
dead  ; 
And  Son  of  man!   so  pitying  found 
For  all  the  tears  thy  peojDle  shed  ; 

4  Be  with  us  in  that  awful  hour, 

And  by  thy  crown,  and  by  thy  grave, 
And  all  thy  love  and  all  thy  power, 
In  that  great  day  of  judgment  save  I 

403  L.  M. 

1  /^  SAVIOUR,  is  thy  promise  fled, 
V^     Nor   longer  might   thy   grace 

endure 
To  hear  the  sick,  and  raise  the  dead. 
And  preach  thy  gospel  to  the  poor  ? 

2  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  return  again  ; 

With    brighter   beam   thy   servants 
bless. 
Who  long  to  feel  thy  perfect  reign. 
And  share  thy  kingdom's  happiness  ! 

3  Come,  Jesus,  come  !  and,  as  of  yore^ 

The  prophet  went  to  clear  thy  waj', 


A  harbinger  thy  feet  before, 

A  dawning  to  thy  brighter  day  ; 

4  So    now    may    grace    with   heavenly 
shower 
Our  stony  hearts  for  truth  prepare  ; 
Sow  in  our  souls  the  seed  of  power. 
Then   come  and   reap  thy  harvest 
there.  Hebek. 

404  L.  M. 

1  'np^HE  Lord  will  come  !   the  earth 

X  shall  quake  ; 

The  hills  their  fixed  seat  forsake  ; 
And,  withering,  from  the  vault  of  night 
The  stars  withdraw  their  feeble  light. 

2  The    Lord    will   come !    but  not    the 

same 
As  once  in  lowly  form  he  came, 
A  silent  Lamb  to  slaughter  led, 
The   bruised,   the    suffering,    and  the 

dead. 

3  The  Lord  will  come  !  a  dreadful  form, 
Wifh   wreath   of  flame,    and  robe   of 

storm. 
On  cherub  wings,  and  wings  of  wind, 
Anointed  Judge  of  human  kind. 

4  Can  this  be  he  who  wont  to  stray 
A  pilgrim  on  the  world's  highwa}', 

By  power  oppress'd,   and  mock'd  by 

pride, 
The  Nazarene,  the  Crucified? 

5  Go,  tyrants  !  to  the  rocks  complain  ; 
Go,  seek  the  mountain's  cleft  in  vain  ! 
But  faith,  victorious  o'er  the  tomb. 
Shall  sing  for  joy — the  Lord  is  come  ! 

Heber. 


12S 


GOD. 


4-^5  7s&6s. 

.1    T3  EJOICE,  all  ye  believers, 
XV     And  let  your  lights  appear  ; 
The  evening  is  advancing, 

And  darker  night  is  near  ; 
The  Bridegroom  is  arising, 

And  soon  he  draweth  nigh : 
Up !  pray,  and  watch,  and  wrestle ! 
At  midnight  comes  the  cry. 

2  The  watchers  on  the  mountain 

Proclaim  the  Bridegroom  near  ; 
Go  meet  him  as  he  cometh, 

With  hallelujahs  clear  : 
The  marriage-feast  is  waiting, 

The  gates  wide-open  stand  ; 
Up,  up,  ye  heirs  of  glory  ! 

The  Bridegroom  is  at  hand. 

3  Our  hope  and  expectation, 

O  Jesus,  now  appear  ; 
Arise,  thou  Sun  so  longed  for, 

O'er  this  benighted  sphere  ! 
With  heart  and  hands  uplifted, 

We  plead,  O  Lord,  to  see 
The  day  of  earth's  redemption. 

That  brings  us  unto  thee. 

Laurenti. 

406  7s  &  6S. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  world  is  very  evil  ; 

X       The  times  are  waxing  late  : 
Be  sober  and  keep  vigil, 

The  Judge  is  at  the  gate ; 
The  Judge  who  comes  in  mercy. 

The  Judge  who  comes  in  mighty 
To  terminate  the  evil. 

And  vindicate  the  right. 

2  Prepare  we  then  to  meet  him  ; 

Let  right  to  wrong  succeed  ; 


Let  penitential  sorrow 

To  heavenly  gladness  lead  : 

So  may  we  sound  his  praises, 
Who  from  destruction  saved, 

Bore  with  us  in  defilement, 
And  from  defilement  laved. 

3  Far,  far,  as  we  have  wandered. 

And  deep  as  is  our  fall, 
His  mercies  never  fail  us. 

Who  freely  pardons  all ; 
Who  bids  his  grace  abounding 

Love's  mightiness  display, 
And  David's  royal  fountain, 

Purge  every  sin  away. 


407 


BeRNj^RD, 


S.  M. 


1  /'"^OME,  Lord,  and  tarry  not, 
V_^     Bring  the  long-looked-for  day ; 

Oh,  why  these  years  of  waiting  here. 
These  ages  of  delay  ? 

2  Come  !  for  the  good  are  few. 

They  lift  the  voice  in  vain ; 
Faith  waxes  fainter  on  the  earth, 
And  love  is  on  the  wane. 

3  Come  !  for  love  waxes  cold, 

Its  steps  are  faint  and  slow ; 
Faith  now  is  lost  in  unbelief; 
Hope's  lamp  burns  dim  and  low. 

4  Come  !  for  creation  groans, 

Impatient  of  thy  stay, 
Worn  out  with  these  long  years  of  ill, 
These  ages  of  delay. 

5  Come!  and  make  all  things  new; 

Build  up  this  ruined  earth, 
Restore  our  faded  Paradise, 
Creation's  second  birth! 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


129 


6  Come,  and  begin  thy  reign 
Of  everlasting  peace  ; 
Come,  take  tlie  kingdom  to  thyself, 
Great  King  of  Righteousness  ! 

BONAR. 


408 


S.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  Church  has  waited  long 

X.       Her  absent  Lord  to  see  ; 
And  still  in  loneliness  she  waits, 
A  friendless  stranger  she. 

2  Age  after  age  has  gone, 

Sun  after  sun  has  set. 
And  still,  in  weeds  of  widowhood, 
She  weeps  a  mourner  j-et. 

3  Saint  after  saint  on  earth 

Has  lived,  and  loved,  and  died; 
And  as  they  left  us  one  by  one. 
We  laid  them  side  by  side  : 

4  We  laid  them  down  to  sleep. 

But  not  in  hope  forlorn  ; 
We  laid  them  but  to  ripen  there 
Till  the  last  glorious  morn. 

5  The  whole  creation  groans, 

And  waits  to  hear  that  voice 

That  shall  restore  her  comeliness, 

And  make  her  wastes  rejoice. 

6  Come,  Lord,  and  wipe  away 

The  curse,  the  sin,  the  stain. 
And  make  this  blighted  world  of  ours 
Thine  own  fair  world  again. 

BO.N'AR. 

409  8s  &  5s. 

I    ^^  ING  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 
w3   Of  the  love  that  changes  never ! 
Who,  or  what,  from  him  can  sever 
Those  he  makes  his  own  ? 
9 


2  With  his  blood  the  Lord  hath  bought 

them. 
When  they  knew  him  not,  he  sought 

them. 
And  from  all  their  wanderings  brought 

them  ; 
His  the  praise  alone. 

3  Through  the  desert  Jesus  leads  them, 
With   the  bread  of  heaven  he   feeds 

them, 
And  through  all  their  way  he  speeds 
them 
To  their  home  above. 

4  There  they  see  the   Lord  who  bought 

them. 
Him  who  came  from  heaven  and  sought 

them. 
Him  who  by  his  Spirit  taught  them, 
Him  they  serve  and  love.  kelly. 

4^0  8s&  Ss. 

AINTS  in  glory  !  we  together 
Know    the    song     that     ceases 
never  ; 
Song  of  songs  thou  art,  O  Saviour, 
All  that  endless  day. 

2  Theme  of  Adam  when  forgiven. 
Theme  of  Abraham,  David,  Stephen  ; 
Souls,  ye  chant  it  entering  heaven. 

Now,  henceforth,  alway. 

3  O  the  God-man  1  O  Immanuel ! 
Cloud  by  day  !  Jehovah-Angel ! 
Fire  by  night !  he  led  his  Israel, 

So  he  leads  us  home. 

4  Come,  ye  angels,  round  us  gather. 
While  to  Jesus  we  draw  nearer  ; 
In  his  throne  he'll  seat  forever. 

Those  for  whom  he  died. 


■s 


130 


GOD. 


Mahmied. 


6s  &  4s. 


5  Underneath  his  throne,  a  river 
Clear  as  crystal  flows  forever, 
Like  his  fulness,  failing  never  : 

Hail,  enthroned  Lamb  ! 

6  Oh,  th'  unsearchable  Redeemer  ! 
Shoreless  Ocean,  sounded  never  ! 
Yesterday,  to-day,  forever, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  same. 

411 

1  T  ET  us  awake  our  joys, 

1    ^  Strike  up  with  cheerful  voice, 
Each  creature  sing — 
Angels,  begin  the  song, 
Mortals,  the  strain  prolong. 
In  accents  sweet  and  strong, 
"Jesus  is  King." 

2  Proclaim  abroad  his  name, 
Tell  of  his  matchless  fame  : 

What  wonders  done  ! 
Shout  through  hell's  dark  profound, 
Let  all  the  earth  resound, 
Till  heaven's  high  arch  rebound, 

"  Victory  is  won." 

3  All  hail  the  glorious  day. 
When  through  the  heavenly  way 

Lo,  he  shall  come  ! 
While  they  who  pierced  him  wail, 
His  promise  shall  not  fail  ; 
Saints,  see  your  King  prevail : 

Great  Saviour,  come. 

RVGBURY. 


4^^  6s  &  4s. 

ISE,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise  ; 
nto  thy  native  skies, — 
Assume  thy  right : 


And  where  in  many  a  fold 
The  clouds  are  backward  rolled — 
Pass  through  those  gates  of  gold, 
And  reign  in  light ! 

2  Victor  o'er  death  and  hell ! 
Cherubic  legions  swell 

Thy  radiant  train  : 
Praises  all  heaven  inspire  ; 
Each  angel  sweeps  his  lyre. 
And  waves  his  wings  of  fire, — 

Thou  Lamb  once  slain  ! 

3  Enter,  incarnate  God ! — 
No  feet  but  thine,  have  trod 

The  serpent  down  ; 
Blow  the  full  trumpets,  blow ! 
Wider  yon  portals  throw  ! 
Saviour  triumphant — go, 

And  take  thy  crown  ! 

4  Lion  of  Judah — hail ! 
And  let  thy  name  prevail 

From  age  to  age  ; 
Lord  of  the  rolling  years ; — 
Claim  for  thine  own  the  spheres, 
For  thou  hast  bought  with  tears 

Thy  heritage  ! 


■s 


'R'f 


Brydces. 

4-^3  6s&4s. 

OUND,  sound  the  truth  abroad ! 
Bear  ye  the  word  of  God 
Through  the  wide  world  ; 
Tell  what  our  Lord  has  done, 
Tell  how  the  day  is  won, 
And  from  his  lofty  throne 
Satan  is  hurled. 

Ye,  who  forsaking  all. 
At  your  loved  Master's  call. 
Comforts  resign ; 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


Soon  will  your  work  be  done 
Soon  will  the  prize  be  won  ; 
Brighter  than  yonder  sun 
Then  shall  ye  shine. 


Kelly. 


414  6S&4S. 

1  f^  LORY  to  God  on  high ! 
V_T  Let  heaven  and  earth  reply, 

"  Praise  ye  his  name !  " 
His  love  and  grace  adore, 
Who  all  our  sorrows  bore ; 
Sing  loud  forevermore, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

2  While  they  around  the  throne 
Cheerfully  join  in  one, 

Praising  his  name, — 
Ye  who  have  felt  his  blood 
Sealing  your  peace  with  God, 
Sound  his  dear  name  abroad, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb  !" 

3  Join,  all  ye  ransomed  race, 
Our  Lord  and  God  to  bless  : 

Praise  ye  his  name  ! 
In  him  we  will  rejoice, 
And  make  a  joyful  noise. 
Shouting  with  heart  and  voice, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

4  Soon  must  we  change  our  place, 
Yet  will  we  never  cease 

Praising  his  name : 
T(3  him  our  songs  we  bring  ; 
Hail  him  our  gracious  King ; 
And  through  all  ages  sing, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!" 


i 


415 


131 


6s  &  4s. 


James  Allen. 


1  O  ING,  sing  his  lofty  praise, 
v^   Whom  angels  cannot  raise, 

But  whom  they  sing  ; 
Jesus,  who  reigns  above. 
Object  of  angels'  love, 
Jesus,  whose  grace  we  prove, 

Jesus,  our  King. 

2  Rich  is  the  grace  we  sing, 
Poor  is  the  praise  we  bring, 

Not  as  we  ought  ; 
But  when  we  see  his  face. 
In  yonder  glorious  place, 
Then  shall  we  sing  his  grace, 

Sing  without  fault. 

4^6  6S&4S. 

1  /'"^OME,  all  ye  saints  of  God, 

\^_y  Wide  through  the  earth  abroad, 

Spread  Jesus'  fame : 
Tell  what  his  love  hath  done  ; 
Trust  in  his  name  alone  ; 
Shout  to  his  lofty  throne, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

2  Hence,  gloomy  doubts  and  fears  ! 
Dry  up  your  mournful  tears  ; 

Swell  the  glad  theme  : 
To  Christ,  our  gracious  King, 
Strike  each  melodious  string  ; 
Join  heart  and  voice  to  sing, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  " 

3  Hark  !  how  the  choirs  above, 
Filled  with  the  Saviour's  love. 

Dwell  on  his  name  ! 
There,  too,  may  we  be  found, 
With  light  and  glory  crowned, 
While  all  the  heavens  resound, 

"  Worthy  the  Lamb  !  "      j^vmes  Boden. 


132 


GOD. 


417  6s. 

1  T  T  THEN  morning  gilds  the  skies, 

V  V     My  heart  awaking  cries, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 

Ahke  at  work  and  prayer, 

To  Jesus  I  repair  ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

2  Whene'er  the  sweet  church  bell 
Peals  over  hill  and  dell, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
Oh,  hark  to  what  it  sings. 
As  joyously  it  rings,- 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

3  My  tongue  shall  never  tire, 
Of  chanting  with  the  choir. 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
This  song  of  sacred  joy, 
It  never  seems  to  cloy ; 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

4  When  sleep  her  balm  denies, 
My  silent  spirit  sighs 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised: 
When  evil  thoughts  molest 
With  this  I  shield  my  breast, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

5  Does  sadness  fill  my  mind  ? 
A  solace  here  I  find, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised  : 
Or  fades  my  earthly  bliss? 
My  comfort  still  is  this. 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

6  The  night  becomes  as  day. 
When  from  the  heart  we  say, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 


The  powers  of  darkness  fear, 
When  this  sweet  chant  they  hear, 
May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

7  In  heaven's  eternal  bliss 
The  loveliest  strain  is  this, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
Let  earth,  and  sea,  and  sky, 
From  depth  to  height  reply, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

8  Be  this,  while  life  is  mine. 
My  canticle  divine, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised : 
Be  this  th'  eternal  song, 
Through  all  the  ages  on, 

May  Jesus  Christ  be  praised. 

418  7s. 

1  ASK  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 
±\.   That  delights  and  stirs  me  so  ? 
What  the  high  reward  I  win  ? 
Whose  the  name  I  glory  in  ? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

2  What  is  faith's  foundation  strong? 
What  awakes  my  lips  to  song  ? 
He  who  bore  my  sinful  load, 
Purchased  for  me  peace  with  God, 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

3  Who  defeats  my  fiercest  foes  ? 
Who  consoles  my  saddest  woes? 
Who  revives  my  fainting  heart. 
Healing  all  its  hidden  smart? 

Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

4  Who  is  life  in  life  to  me  ? 

Who  the  death  of  death  will  be  ? 
Who  will  place  me  on  his  right 
With  the  countless  hosts  of  light? 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


133 


E 


5  This  is  that  great  thing  I  know  ; 
This  deUghts  and  stirs  me  so  ; 
Faith  in  him  who  died  to  save, 
Him  who  triumphed  o'er  the  grave, 
Jesus  Christ,  the  Crucified. 

MONSELL. 

419.  7s. 

ARTH  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair. 

Lovely  forms  or  beauties  rare, 

But  before  my  eyes  they  bring 

Christ,  of  beauty  source  and  spring. 

2  When  the  morning  paints  the  skies. 
When  the  golden  sunbeams  rise. 
Then  my  Saviour's  form  I  find 
Brightly  imaged  on  my  mind. 

3  When  the  day-beams  pierce  the  night, 
Oft  I  think  on  Jesus'  light, 

Think  how  bright  that  light  will  be. 
Shining  through  eternity. 

4  When,  as  moonlight  softly  steals, 
Heaven  its  thousand  eyes  reveals. 
Then  I  think  :  Who  made  their  light 
Is  a  thousand  times  more  bright. 

5  When  I  see  in  spring-tide  gay, 
Fields  their  varied  tints  display. 
Wakes  the  thrilling  thought  in  me, 
What  must  their  Creator  be  ? 

6  Lord  of  all  that's  fiiir  to  see. 
Come,  reveal  thyself  to  me  ! 
Let  me,  'mid  thy  radiant  light, 
See  thine  unveiled  glories  bright. 

SiLESIUS. 

4-20  8S&7S. 

[GHTY    God!     while    angels 
bless  thee. 
May  a  mortal  lisp  thy  name  .^ 
Lord  of  men,  as  well  as  angels  ! 
Thou  art  every  creature's  theme  ; 


'M" 


Lord  of  every  land  and  nation  ! 

Ancient  of  eternal  days  ! 
Sounded  through  tne  wide  creation 

Be  thy  just  and  awful  praise. 

For  the  grandeur  of  thy  nature, — 

Grand,  beyond  a  seraph's  thought ; 
For  the  wonders  of  creation. 

Works    with     skill    and     kindness 
wrought ; 
For  thy  providence,  that  governs 

Through  thine  empire's  wide  domain, 
Wings  an  angel,  guides  a  sparrow ; 

Blessed  be  thy  gentle  reign. 

For  thy  rich,  thy  free  redemption. 

Bright,    though  vailed  in  darkness 
long, 
Thought  is  poor,  and  poor  expression  ; 

Who  can  sing  that  wondrous  song? 
Brightness  of  the  Father's  glory  ! 

Shall  thy  praise  unuttered  lie  .-• 
Break,  my  tongue  !  such  guilty  silence. 

Sing  the  Lord  who  came  to  die  : — 

From  the  highest  throne  of  glory, 

To  the  cross  of  deepest  woe, 
Came  to  ransom  guilty  captives  ! — 

Flow,  my  praise !  forever  flow : 
Re-ascend,  immortal  Saviour ! 

Leave  thy  footstool,  take  thy  throne ; 
Thence  return  and  reign  forever ; — 

Be  the  kingdom  all  thine  own  ! 

Robinson. 

42^  8s  &  7s. 

CROWN   his   head   with    endless 
blessing. 
Who,  in  God  the  Father's  name. 
With  compassions  never  ceasing. 
Comes  salvation  to  prcclaini. 


GO 

kail,  ye  saints,  who  know  his  favor, 
Who  within  his  gates  are  found  ; 
JHail,  ye  saints,  the  exalted  Saviour, 
Let  his  courts  with  praise  resound. 

2  Lo,  Jehovah,  we  adore  thee  ; 

Thee  our  Saviour !  thee  our  God  ! 
From  his  throne  his  beams  of  glory 

Shine  through  all  the  v/orld  abroad. 
In  his  word  his  light  arises, 

Brightest  beams  of  truth  and  grace  ; 
Bind,  oh,  bind  your  sacrifices. 

In  his  courts  your  offerings  place. 

3  Jesus,  thee  our  Saviour  hailing, 

Thee  our  God  in  praise  we  own ; 
Highest  honors,  never  failing, 

Rise  eternal  round  thy  throne  ; 
Now,  ye  saints,  his  power  confessing, 

In  your  grateful  strains  adore  ; 
For  his  mercy,  never  ceasing, 

Freely  flows  forevermore. 

William  Soode. 


o 


422  8s  &  7s. 

,NE  there  is,  above  all  others, 
Well    deserves    the   name   of 
Friend  ; 
His  is  love  beyond  a  brother's, 
Costly,  free,  and  knows  no  end. 

2  Which  of  all  our  friends,  to  save  us, 

Could  or  would  have  shed  his  blood  ? 
But  our  Jesus  died  to  have  us 
Reconciled  in  him  to  God. 

3  When  he  lived  on  earth  abased. 

Friend  of  sinners  was  his  name  ; 
Now,  above  all  glory  raised, 
He  rejoices  in  the  same. 


Could  we  bear  from  one  another 

What  he  daily  bears  from  us  ? 
Yet  this  glorious  Friend  and.  Brother 

Loves  us  though  we  treat  him  thus. 
Oh  for  grace  our  hearts  to  soften  ! 

Teach  us.  Lord,  at  length  to  love ! 
We,  alas  !  forget  too  often 

What  a  Friend  we  ha\'e  above. 

Newton. 

423  8s  &  7s. 

CHRIST,  above  all  glory  seated  ! 
King  eternal,  strong  to  save  ! 
To  thee,  Death,  by  death  defeated. 
Triumph  high  and  glory  gave. 

Thou  art  gone,  where  now  is  given, 
What  no  mortal  might  could  gain  : 

On  the  eternal  throne  of  heaven. 
In  thy  Father's  power  to  reign. 

There  thy  kingdoms  all  adore  thee, 
Heaven  above,  and  earth  below. 

While  the  depths  of  hell  before  thee. 
Trembling  and  defeated  bow. 

We,  O  Lord,  with  hearts  adoring, 
Follow  thee  above  the  sky  : 

Hear  our  prayers  thy  grace  imploring, 
Lift  our  souls  to  thee  on  high. 

So  when  thou  again  in  glory 

On  the  clouds  of  heaven  shalt  shine, 
We  thy  flock  shall  stand  before  thee, 

Owned  forevermore  as  thine. 

424  8S&7S. 

JESUS  comes,  his  conflict  over. 
Comes    to    claim    his   great  re- 
ward ; 
Angels  round  the  victor  hover. 
Crowding  to  behold  their  Lord. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


135 


O 


2  Yonder  throne  for  him  erected, 

Now  becomes  the  victor's  seat ; 
Lo,  the  man  on  earth  rejected  ! 
Angels  worship  at  his  feet. 

3  Day  and  night  they  cry  before  him, — 

''  Holy,  hoi}',  holy  Lord  !  " 
All  the  powers  of  heaven  adore  him  ; 
All  obey  his  sovereign  Avord. 

Kelly. 

4-^5  c.  p.  M. 

H,  could  I  speak  the  matchless 
worth, 
Oh,  could  I  sound  the  glories  forth. 

Which  in  my  Saviour  shine, 
I'd    soar    and     touch    the    heavenly 

strings. 
And  vie  with  Gabriel  while  he  sings 
In  notes  almost  divine. 

2  I'd  sing  the  precious  blood  he  spilt. 
My  ransom  from  the  dreadful  guilt 

Of  sin,  and  wrath  divine: 
I'd  sing  his  glorious  righteousness, 
In  which  all-perfect  heavenly  dress 

My  soul  shall  ever  shine. 

3  I'd  sing  the  characters  he  bears, 
And  all  the  forms  of  love  he  wears, 

Exalted  on  his  throne  : 
In  loftiest  songs  of  sweetest  praise, 
I  would  to  everlastitig  days 

Make  all  his  glories  known. 

4  Well,  the  delightful  day  will  come 
And    my    dear    Lord   will    bring    me 

home, 
When  I  shall  see  his  face  : 
Then  with  my  Saviour,  Brother,  Friend, 
V  blest  eternity  I'll  spend. 
Triumphant  in  his  grace.         medlev. 


426 


C.  P.  M. 

1  /^~^OME  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart 
\._y         and  voice. 

Alone  in  Jesus  to  rejoice, 

And  worship  at  his  feet ; 
Come,  take  his  praises  on  your  tongues, 
And  raise  to  him  your  thankful  songs, 

"  In  him  ye  are  complete  !  "      - 

2  In  him,  who  all  our  praise  excel^^_ 
The  fullness  of  the  Godhead  dwells, ■•( 

And  all  perfections  meet : 
The  head  of  all  celestial  powers, 
Divinely  theirs,  divinely  ours  ; 

"  In  him  ye  are  jcomplete  !  " 

3  Still  onward  urge  your  heavenly  way. 
Dependent  on  him  day  by  day, 

His  presence  still  entreat ; 
His  precious  name  forever  bless. 
Your   glory,   strength,  and  righteous- 
ness, 
"  In  him  ye  are  complete !  " 

4  Nor  fear  to  pass  the  vale  of  death  ; 
In  his  dear  arms  resign  your  breath. 

He'll  make  the  passage  sweet; 
The  gloom  and  fears  of  death  shall 

flee, 
And  your  departing  soul  shall  see 

"  In  him  ye  are  complete  !  " 


427 


H.  M. 


I      A  RISE,  my  soul,  arise! 

/Il     Shake  off  thy  guilty  fears  ; 

The  bleeding  Sacrifice 
In  my  behalf  appears. 
Before  the  throne  my  Surety  stands, 
My  name  is  written  on  his  hands. 


13G 


GOD. 


2  Five  bleeding  wounds  he  bears, 

Received  on  Calvary ; 
They  pour  effectual  prayers, 

They  strongly  plead  for  me  : 
Forgi\-e  him,  oh  forgive,  they  cry. 
Nor  let  that  ransomed  sinner  die  ! 

3  The  Father  hears  him  pray, — 

His  dear  anointed  One  ; 
He  cannot  turn  away 

The  presence  of  his  Son  ; 
His  Spirit  answers  to  the  blood, 
And  tells  me  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  My  God  is  reconciled  ; 

His  pardoning  voice  I  hear  \ 
He  owns  me  for  his  child; 

I  can  no  longer  fear : 
With  conndence  I  now  draw  nigh, 
And  Father,  Abba,  Father,  cry. 


C.  V/eslev. 


H.  M. 


s  name. 


4.28 

1  /''^^OME,  every  pious  heart, 
\._y     That  loves  the  Saviour' 
Your  noblest  powers  exert 

To  celebrate  his  fame  : 
Tell  all  above,  and  all  below. 
The  debt  of  love  to  him  you  owe. 

2  He  left  his  starry  crown. 

And  laid  his  robes  aside  ; 
On  wings  of  love  came  clown, 

And  wept,  and  bled,  and  died  : 
What  he  endured,  no  tongue  can  tell. 
To  save  our  souls  from  death  and  hell. 

3  From  the  dark  grave  he  rose — 

The  mansion  of  the  dead  ; 
And  thence  his  mighty  foes 
In  glorious  triumph  led  ; 


Up  through  the  sb.y  the  Conqueror  rode, 
And  reigns  on  high,  the  Saviour  God. 

4  From  thence  he'll  quickly  come — 
His  chariot  will  not  stay — 
And  bear  our  spirits  home 
To  realms  of  endless  day  : 

There  shall  we  see  his  lovely  face, 

And  ever  rest  in  his  embrace. 

Stennett. 

429  H.  M. 

1  T  OIN  all  the  glorious  names 
Of  wisdom,  love,  and  power 

That  ever  mortals  knew, 
That  angels  ever  bore. 
All  are  too  mean  to  speak  his  worth, 
Too  mean  to  set  my  Saviour  forth. 

2  Great  Prophet  of  my  God, 

My  tongue  would  bless  thy  name  ; 
By  thee  the  joyful  news 

Of  our  salvation  came  : 
The  joyful  news  of  sin  forgiven, 
Of  hell  subdued,  and  peace  with  heaven. 

3  Jesus,  my  Great  High-Priest, 

Offered  his  blood  and  died  ; 
My  guilty  conscience  seeks 

No  sacrifice  beside  : 
His  powerful  blood  did  once  atone, 
And  now  it  pleads  jDefore  the  throne. 

4  My  dear  almighty  Lord  ! 

My  Conqueror  and  my  King  ! 
Thy  sceptre  and  thy  sword. 

Thy  reigning  grace  I  sing: 
Thine  is  the  power  ;  behold,  I  sit, 
In  willing  bonds,  beneath  thy  feet. 

5  Now  let  my  soul  arise, 

And  tread  the  tempter  down ; 


PRAISE      TO     CHRIST. 


137 


My  Captain  leads  me  forth 
To  conquest  and  a  crown  ; 
A  feeble  saint  shall  win  the  day, 
Though  death  and  hell  obstruct  the  way. 

Watts. 


Y 


430  H.M. 

I  RAISE  to  the  Lord  on  high, 
Who  spreads  his  triumphs  wide  ; 
While  Jesus'  fragrant  name 
Is  breathed  from  every  side  : 
Balmy  and  rich  the  odors  rise. 
And  fill  the  earth  and  reach  the  skies. 

2  Ten  thousand  dying  souls 

Its  influence  feel,  and  live; 
Sweeter  than  vital  air 

The  incense  they  receive  : 
They  breathe  anew,  and  rise  and  sing 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  their  conquering  King. 

3  But  sinners  scorn  the  grace 

That  brings  salvation  nigh  ; 
They  turn  their  face  away, 

And  faint,  and  fall,  and  die : 
So  sad  a  doom,  ye  saints  deplore  ; 
For  oh,  they  fall  to  rise  no  more ! 


w 


431  L.M. 

HAT    equal    honors    shall  we 
bring 

To  thee,  O  Lord  our  God,  the  Lamb, 
When  all  the  notes  that  angels  sing 
Are  far  inferior  to  thy  name  ? 

Worthy  is  he  that  once  was  slain, 
The  Prince  of  Life,  that  groaned  and 
died. 

Worthy  to  rise,  and  live  and  reign 
At  his  almighty  Father's  side. 


Honor  immortal  must  be  paid. 
Instead  of  scandal  and  of  scorn  ; 

While  glory  shines  around  his  head. 
He  wears  a  crown  without  a  thorn. 

Blessings  forever  on  the  Lamb, 

Who  bore    the  curse    for  wretched 
men  ! 

Let  angels  sound  his  sacred  name, 
And  every  creature  say,  "Amen  !  " 

Watts. 

432  L.M. 

COME,    let   us    sing    the  song  of 
songs — 
The    saints    in    heaven    began   the 
strain  — 
The  homage  which  to  Christ  belongs  : 
"Worthy   the    Lamb,   for    he   was 
slain  !  " 

Slain  to  redeem  us  by  his  blood, 

To  cleanse  from  every  sinful  stain, 
And    make    us    kings    and  priests    to 
God: 
"  Worthy    the    Lamb,    for    he    was 
slain  !  " 

To  h.im  who  suffered  on  the  tree. 
Our   souls,  at   his   soul's   price,    to 
gain. 
Blessing,  and  praise,  and  glory  be  : 
"  Worthy   the    Lamb,    for    he   was 
slain  !  " 

To  him,  enthroned  by  filial  right, 
All  power  in  heaven  and  earth  pro- 
claim, 
Honor,  and  majesty,  and  might : 
"  Worthy   the    Lamb,   for   he    was 
slain ! " 


138 


GOD. 


5  Long  as  we  live,  and  when  we  die, 

And  while  in  heaven  with  him  we 
reign, 
This  song,  our  song  of  songs  shall  be : 
"Worthy   the    Lamb,    for   he   was 


slain  ! " 


Montgomery. 


^Z^i  L.   M. 

1  1\^T  OW  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us 
\_  \  know 

The  wonders  of  his  dying  love. 
Be  humble  honors  paid  below, 

And  strains  of  nobler  praise  above. 

2  'Twas  he  who  cleansed  our  foulest  sins, 

And  washed  us  in  his  precious  blood, 
'Tis  he  who  makes  us  priests  and  kings. 
And  brings  us  rebels  near  to  God. 

3  To  Jesus,  our  atoning  Priest, 

To  Jesus,  our  eternal  King, 
Be  everlasting  power  confessed  : 
Let  every  tongue  his  glory  sing. 

4  Behold  !  on  flying  clouds  he  comes. 

And  every  eye  shall  see  him  move ; 
Though  with  our  sins  we  pierced  him 
once. 
He  now  displays  his  pardoning  love. 

5  The  unbelieving  world  shall  wail. 

While  we  rejoice  to  see  the  day  ; 
Come,  Lord  !   nor  let  thy  promise  fail. 
Nor  let  thy  chariot  long  delay. 

Watts. 

434  L.M. 

OW  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song ; 
Awake,    my    soul,    awake,    my 
tongue  ; 
Hosanna  to'th'  eternal  name. 
And  all  his  boundless  love  proclaim. 


N 


See  where  it  shines  in  Jesus'  face, 
The  brightest  image  of  his  grace  ; 
God,  in  the  person  of  his  Son, 
Has  all  his  mightiest  works  outdone. 

The    spacious    earth    and    spreading 

flood 
Proclaim  the  wise,  the  powerful  God, 
And  tliy  rich  glories  from  afar 
Sparkle  in  every  rolling  star. 

But  in  his  look  a  glory  stands, 
The  noblest  labor  of  thine  hands  : 
The  pleasing  lustre  of  his  eyes 
Outshines  the  wonders  of  the  skies. 

Grace,  'tis  a  sweet,  a  charming  theme  ; 
My  thoughts  rejoice  at  Jesus'  name  ; 
Ye  angels,  dwell  upon  the  sound ; 
Ye  heavens,  reflect  it  to  the  ground. 

Oh,  may  I  reach  the  happy  place 
Where  he  unveils  his  lovely  face. 
His  beauties  there  may  I  behold, 
And  sing  his  name  to  harps  of  gold. 

Watts. 


435 


L.  M. 


JESUS,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 
Accept  the  tribute  which  we  bring ; 
Accept  the  well-deserved  renown, 
And  wear  our  praises  as  thy  crown. 

Let  every  act  of  worship  be 
Like  our  espousals,  Lord,  to  thee : 
Like  the  dear  hour,  when  from  above 
We  first  received  thy  pledge  of  love. 

The  gladness  of  that  happy  day  ! 
Our  hearts  would  wish  it  long  to  stay  ; 
Nor  let  our  faith  forsake  its  hold, 
Nor  comfort  sink,  nor  love  grow  cold. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


139 


4  Each  following  minute,  as  it  flies, 
Increase  thy  praise,  improve  our  joys, 
Till  we  are  raised  to  sing  thy  name, 
At  the  great  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 


■T 


436 


L.  M. 
*HERE  is  none  other  name  than 
thine, 

Jehovah-Jesus!  Name  divine  ! — 
On  which  to  rest  for  sins  forgiven — 
For   peace    with    God,    for   hope    of 
heaven. 

2  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  cares,  and  fears,  and  griefs  are 

mine, 
That,  with  a  gracious  power,  can  heal 
The  care,  and  fear,  and  grief  I  feel. 

3  There  is  none  other  name  than  thine, 
When  called  my  spirit  to  resign. 

To  bear  me  through  that  latest  strife, 
And  e'en  in  death  to  be  my  life. 

4  Name  above  every  name  !  thy  praise 
Shall  fill  the  remnant  of  my  days  : 
Jehovah-Jesus  !  Name  divine  ! 
Rock  of  salvation  !  thou  art  mine. 

437  L.M. 

1  A  LL-GLORIOUS  God,  what  hymns 
Xjl  of  praise 

Shall  our  transported  voices  raise  ! 
W^hat  ardent  love  and  zeal  are  due, 
While  heaven  stands  open  to  our  view. 

2  Once  we  were  fallen,  oh,  how  low  ! 
Just  on  the  brink  of  endless  woe  : 
When  Jesus,  from  the  realms  above, 
Came  on  the  wings  of  boundless  love  : 


Scattered    the   shades    of  death   and 

night. 
And  spread  around  his  heavenly  light. 
By  him  what  wondrous  grace  is  shown 
To  souls  impoverished  and  undone  ! 

He  shows,  beyond  these  mortal  shores, 
A  bright  inheritance  as  ours  ; 
Where  saints  in  light  our  coming  wait 
To  share  their  holy,  happy  state. 

438  L.M. 

AROUND      the      Saviour's     lofty 
^.  throne. 

Ten  thousand  times  ten   thousand 
sing  ; 
They  worship  him  as  God  alone, 
And  crown  him  everlasting  King. 

Approach,   ye    saints !    this    God    is 
yours ! 

'Tis  Jesus  fills  the  throne  above  : 
Ye  cannot  want,  while  God  endures ; 

Ye  cannot  fail,  while  God  is  love. 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting  King  ! 

To  thee  the  praise   of  heaven  be- 
longs ; 
Yet  smile  on  us,  who  fain  would  bring 

The  tribute  of  our  humble  songs. 

Though  sin  defile  our  worship  here, 
We  hope  ere  long  thy  face  to  view  ; 

And,  when  our  souls  in  heaven  appear. 
We'll  praise  thy  name  as  angels  do. 

Kelly. 

439  L.M. 

HAIL  to  the   Prince  of  life  and 
peace, 
Who  holds  the  keys  of  death  and 
hell ! 


140 


GOD. 


The  spacious  world  unseen  is  his, 
And  sovereign  power  becomes  him 
well. 

2  In  shame  and  anguish  once  he  died  ; 

But  nov/  he  lives  forevermore  : 
Bow  down,  ye  saints,  around  his  seat, 
And  all  ye  angel-bands  adore. 

3  So  live  forever,  glorious  Lord, 

To  crush  thy  foes,    and  guard  thy 
friends  ; 
While  all  thy  chosen  tribes  rejoice, 
That  thy  dominion  never  ends. 

4  Worthy  thy  hand  to  hold  the  keys, 

Guided  by  wisdom  and  by  love  ; 
Worthy  to  rule  o'er  mortal  life. 
O'er  worlds  below,  and  worlds  above. 

5  Forever  reign,  victorious  King, 

Wide   through  the  earth  thy  name 
be  known  ; 
And  call  my  longing  soul  to  sing 
Sublimer  anthems  near  thy  throne. 

Doddridge. 


■N 


440  L.  M. 

OW  be  my  heart  inspired  to  sing 
The    glories    of    my    Saviour 
King,— 
Jesus,  the  Lord  ;  how  heavenly  f^xir 
His  'form!    how   bright   his    beauties 
are ! 

2  O'er  all  the  sons  of  human  race 
He  shines  with  a  superior  grace  ; 
Love  from  his  lips  divinely  flows. 
And  blessings  all  his  state  compose. 

3  Thy  throne,  O  God,  forever  stands  ; 
Grace  is  the  sceptre  in  thy  hands 


Thy   laws   and   works    are    just    and 

right ; 
Justice  and  grace  are  thy  delight. 

4  God !  thine  own  God  has  richly  shed 
His  oil  of  gladness  on  thy  head ; 
And  with  his  sacred  Spirit  blessed 
His  first-born  Son  above  the  rest. 

AVaits. 

441  L.  M. 

1  T  N  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire  ; 
X    His  Spirit  does  my  heart  inspire 

With    boundless     wishes     large    and 

high  ; 
And  Christ  will  all  my  wants  supply. 

2  Christ  is  my  Hope,  my  Strength,  and 

Guide ; 
For   me    he   bled,  and   groaned,  and 

died  ; 
He  is  my  Sun,  to  give  me  light ; 
He  is  my  soul's  supreme  Delight. 

3  Christ  is  the  Source  of  all  my  bliss  ; 
My  Wisdom  and  my  Righteousness, 
My  Saviour,  Brother,  and  my  Friend  ; 
On  him  alone  I  now  depend. 

4  Christ  is  my  King,  to  rule  and  bless, 
And  all  my  troubles  to  redress  ; 
He's  my  Salvation  and  my  All, 
Whate'er  on  earth  shall  me  befall. 

5  Christ    is   my    Strength    and   Portion 

too ; 
My  soul  in  him  can  all  things  do  ; 
Through    him    I'll    triumpli    o'er    the 

grave. 
And  death  and  every  foe  outbrave. 

Dodcl's  Collection. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


141 


44-2  L.  M. 

1  T^  7"E  sing  the  praise   of  him  who 

VV  died, 

Of  him  who  died  upon  the  cross  ; 
The  sinner's  hope  let  men  deride, 
For   this  we    count   the  world    but 
loss. 

2  Inscribed  upon  the  cross  we  see. 

In  shining  letters,  God  is  love  ; 
He  bears  our  sins  upon  the  tree. 
He  brings  us  mercy  from  above. 

3  The  cross  !  it  takes  our  guilt  away ; 

It  holds  the  fainting  spirit  up  ; 

It  cheers  with  hope  the  gloomy  da}^. 

And  sweetens  every  bitter  cup. 

4  It  makes  the  timid  spirit  brave. 

And  nerves  the  feeble  arm  for  fight ; 
It  takes  the  terror  from  the  grave. 
And   gilds  the   bed  of  death  with 
light. 

5  The  balm  of  life,  the  cure  of  woe, 

The  measure  and  the  pledge  of  love, 
The  sinner's  refuge  here  below. 

The  angels'  theme  in  heaven  above. 

Kelly. 

443  c.  M. 

1  /'"^OME,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes, 
V._^     Up  to  the  courts  above. 

And  smile  to  see  our  Father  there, 
Upon  a  throne  of  love. 

2  Now  we  may  bow  before  his  feet, 

And  venture  near  the  Lord  ; 
No  fiery  cherubs  guard  his  seat. 
Nor  double-flaming  sword. 

3  The  peaceful  gates  of  heavenly  bliss 

Are  opened  by  the  Son  ; 


High  let  us  raise  our  notes  of  praise, 
And  reach  the  almighty  throne. 

To  thee,  ten  thousand  thanks  we  bring, 

Great  Advocate  on  high, 
And  glory  to  the  eternal  King, 

Who  lays  his  anger  by. 

Watts. 

444  c.  M. 

MY  Saviour !  my  almighty  Friend  ! 
When  I  begin  thy  praise, 
Where    will     the    growing     numbers 
end — 
The  numbers  of  thy  grace  ? 

Thou  art  my  everlasting  trust ; 

Thy  goodness  I  adore  : 
And  since  I  knew  thy  graces  first 

I  speak  thy  glories  more. 

My  feet  shall  travel  all  the  length 

Of  the  celestial  road ; 
And    march,    with    courage,    in    thy 
strength, 

To  see  my  Father  God. 

When  I  am  filled  with  sore  distress 

For  some  surprising  sin, 
I'll  plead  thy  perfect  righteousness. 

And  mention  none  but  thine. 

How  will  my  lips  rejoice  to  tell 

The  vict'ries  of  my  King ! 
My    soul,    redeemed    from    sin    and 
hell. 

Shall  thy  salvation  sing. 

Awake,  awake,  my  tuneful  powers! 

With  this  delightful  song 
I'll  entertain  the  darkest  hours, 

Nor  think  the  season  long. 

Watts. 


142 


GOD. 


445  c.  M. 

1  T  TOSANNA  be  our  cheerful  song, 
X  X  To  Christ  our  Saviour  King ; 
His  praise,  to  whom  we  all  belong, 

Let  all  unite  to  sing. 

2  Hosanna  here  in  joyful  bands. 

Let  old  and  young  proclaim  ; 
And    hail,    with    voices,   hearts,    and 
hands, 
The  Son  of  David's  name. 

3  Hosanna  sound  from  hill  to  hill. 

And  spread  from  plain  to  plain  ; 
While  louder,  sweeter,  clearer  still 
Woods  echo  to  the  strain. 

4  Hosanna  on  the  wings  of  light, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean  fly  ; 
Till  morn  to  eve,  and  noon  to  night. 
And  heaven  to  earth,  reply. 

44^  c.  M. 

1  ALL    hail    the    pow'r     of     Jesus' 
JTx.         name ! 

Let  angels  prostrate  fall ! 
Bring  forth  the  royal  diadem, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

2  Ye  chosen  seed  of  Israel's  race, 

Ye  ransomed  from  the  fall ; 
Hail  him,  who  saves  you  by  his  grace. 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

3  Sinners,  whose  love  can  ne'er  forget 

The  wormwood  and  the  gall ; 
Go,  spread  your  trophies  at  his  feet, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

4  Let  every  kindred,  every  tribe, 

On  this  terrestrial  ball. 
To  him  all  majesty  ascribe, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 


5  Oh  !  that  with  yonder  sacred  throng, 
We  at  his  feet  may  fall ; 
We'll  join  the  everlasting  song, 
And  crown  him  Lord  of  all. 

Perrenet. 
447  C.  M. 

1  73  EHOLD  the  glories  of  the  Lamb, 
J3     Amid  his  Father's  throne  ; 
Prepare  new  honors  for  his,  name, 

And  songs  before  unknown. 

2  Let  elders  worship  at  his  feet, 

The  church  adore  around. 
With  vials  full  of  odors  sweet. 
And  harps  of  sweeter  sound. 

3  Those  are  the  prayers  of  all  the  saints. 

And  these  the  hymns  they  raise  : 
Jesus  is  kind  to  our  complaints  ; 
He  loves  to  hear  our  praise. 

4  Now  to  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 

Be  endless  blessings  paid  ! 
Salvation,  glory,  joy  remain 
Forever  on  thy  head ! 

5  Thou  hast  redeemed   our  souls  with 

blood. 
Hast  set  the  prisoners  free. 
Hast  made  us    kings   and    priests  to 

God, 
And  we  shall  reign  with  thee. 

Watts. 


++8 


C.  M. 
ING  we  the   song  of  those  who 
stand 

Around  the  eternal  throne. 
Of  every  kindred,  clime,  and  land, 
A  multitude  unknown. 


'S 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


143 


2  Life's  poor  distinctions  vanish  here  ; 

To-day  the  young,  the  old, 
Our  Saviour  and  his  flock  appear, 
One  Shepherd  and  one  fold. 

3  Toil,  trial,  suffering,  still  await 

On  earth  the   pilgrims'  throng  ; 
Yet  learn  we  in  our  low  estate 
The  Church  Triumphant's  song. 

4  "  Worthy  the  Lamb  for  sinners  slain," 

Cry  the  redeemed  above, 
"  Blessing  and  honor  to  obtain, 
And  everlasting  love  !  " 

5  "  Worthy   the    Lamb,"    on   earth   we 

sing, 
"  Who  died  our  souls  to  save ! 
Henceforth,  O  Death!    where  is    thy 

sting  ? 
Thy  victory,  O  Grave  I  " 


449 


Montgomery. 


C.  M.   S  ]. 


1  /^"^  O,  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song, 
V_T     Exert  thy  noblest  powers, 
Go,  mingle  with  the  choral  throng, 
The  Saviour's  praises  to  prolong. 

Amid  life's  fleeting  hours. 

2  Oh  !  hast  thou  felt  a  Saviour's  love. 

That  flame  of  heavenly  birth  } 
Then  let  thy  strains  melodious  prove. 
With  raptures  soaring  far  above 

The  trifling  toys  of  earth. 

3  Hast   found    the    pearl   of  price   un- 

known. 

That  cost  a  Saviour's  blood  ? 
Heir  of  a  bright  celestial  crown, 
That  sparkles  near  th'  eternal  throne. 

Oh  sing  the  praise  of  God  ! 


J 


4  Sing  of  the  Lamb  that  once  was  slain, 
That  man  might  be  forgiven  ; 
Sing   how  he    broke   death's    bars   in 

twain. 
Ascending  high  in  bliss  to  reign, 
The  God  of  earth  and  heaven. 

Hastings. 

450  CM. 

ESUS — the  name  high  over  all. 

In  hell,  or  earth,  or  sky — 
Angels  and  men  before  it  fall, 
And  devils  fear  and  fly. 

2  Jesus — the  name  to  sinners  dear. 

The  name  to  sinners  given — 

It  scatters  all  their  guilt  and  fear; 

It  turns  their  hell  to  heaven. 

3  Oh  that  a  dying  world  might  know 

The  glory  of  his  name  ; 
My  voice  shall  his  salvation  show. 
And  cry — "  Behold  the  Lamb  !  " 

4  Happy,  if  with  my  latest  breath 

I  may  but  lisp  his  name, — 
Proclaim  his  love,  and  say  in  death — 
"  Beliold,  behold  the  Lamb  !  " 


451 


C.  Wesley. 


C.  M. 


1  /^~^OME,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's 
V^^         name. 

And  joy  to  make  it  known. 
The  Sovereign  of  your  hearts  proclaim, 
And  bow  before  his  throne. 

2  Behold    3^our     King,     your     Saviour 

crowned 
With  glories  all  divine  ; 
And  tell  the  wondering  nations  round, 
How  bright  those  glories  shine. 


144 


GOD. 


3  When  in  his  earthly  courts  we  view 

The  beauties  of  our  King, 
We  long  to  love  as  angels  do, 
And  with  their  voice  to  sing. 

4  And  shall  we  long  and  wish  in  vain  ? 

Lord,  teach  our  songs  to  rise  : 
Thy  love  can  raise  our  humble  strain, 
And  bid  it  reach  the  skies. 

5  Oh  for  the  day,  the  glorious  day ! 

When  heaven  and  earth  shall  raise, 
With  all  their  powers,  the  raptured  lay, 
To  celebrate  thy  praise. 


452 


Steele. 


C.  M. 


1  /'"^  H,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 
\_}     My  great  Redeemer's  praise, 
The  glories  of  my  God  and  King, 

The  triumphs  of  his  grace  ! 

2  My  gracious  Master  and  my  God, 

Assist  me  to  proclaim. 
To    spread,    through    all    the     earth 
abroad. 
The  honors  of  thy  name. 

3  Jesus,  the  name  that  calms  our  fears, 

That  bids  our  sorrows  cease  ; 
'Tis  music  in  the  sinner's  ears, 
'Tis  life,  and  health,  and  peace ! 

4  He  speaks,  and,  listening  to  his  voice, 

New  life  the  dead  receive : 
The  mournful,  broken  hearts  rejoice, 
The  humble  poor  believe. 

5  Hear   him,    ye   deaf;    his   praise,   ye 

dumb. 
Your  loosened  tongues  employ : 
Ye  blind,  behold  your  Saviour  come, 
And  leap,  ye  lame,  for  joy! 

C.  Wesley. 


c 


453  CM. 

OME,    let   us   join   our   cheerful 
songs 

With  angels  round  the  throne  ; 
Ten    thousand     thousand    are     their 
tongues. 
But  all  their  joys  are  one. 

2  "Worthy  the  Lamb  that  died,"  they 

"  To  be  exalted  thus  !"  [cry, 

"Worthy  the  Lamb!"  our  lips  reply, 
"  For  he  was  slain  for  us." 

3  Jesus  is  worthy  to  receive 

Honor  and  power  divine  ; 
And   blessings,    more    than    we    can 
give. 
Be,  Lord,  forever  thine  ! 

4  Let  all  that  dwell  above  the  sky, 

And  air,  and  earth,  and  seas, 
Conspire  to  lift  thy  glories  high, 
And  speak  thine  endless  praise. 

5  The  whole  creation  join  in  one, 

To  bless  the  sacred  name 
Of  him  who  sits  upon  the  throne, 
And  to  adore  the  Lamb ! 


T' 


454- 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


^O  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 
Awake  the  sacred  song  I 
Oh,  may  his  love — immortal  flame — 
Tune  every  heart  and  tongue. 

2  His   love    what    mortal    thought   can 
reach  ! 
What  mortal  tongue  display  ! 
Imagination's  utmost  stretch 
In  wonder  dies  away. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


145 


3  Dear  Lord,  while  we,  adoring,  pay 

Our  humble  thanks  to  thee, 
May  every  heart  with  rapture  say, 
"  The  Saviour  died  for  me." 

4  Oh,  may  the  sweet,  the  blissful  theme 

Fill  every  heart  and  tongue, 
Till     strangers     love     thy    charming 
name. 
And  join  the  sacred  song. 


o 


455 


Steele. 


C.  M. 


H,  sing  to  him  who  loved  and 
bled. 

Ye  heaven-born  sinners,  sing ; 

'Twas  Jesus  suffered  in  your  stead  ; 

Own  him  your  God  and  King. 

2  He  washed  us,  in  his  precious  blood, 

From  every  guilty  stain  ; 
He   made   us   kings    and    priests    to 
God, 
And  we  shall  with  him  reign. 

3  Sing  of  his  everlasting  love. 

From  whence  salvation  flows  ; 
Sing  to  him  here,  then  sing  above, 
Of  all  that  he  bestows. 

4  To  him  that  loved  us  when  depraved, 

When  guilty,  blind,  and  poor  ; 
To   him    that    loved,    and   died,    and 
saved, 
Be  glory  evermore. 


T 


456 


C.  M. 

HE    Saviour!    oh,   what  endless 
charms 

Dwell  in  that  blissful  sound  ! 
Its  influence  every  fear  disarms, 
And  spreads  delight  around. 
10 


!  Here  pardon,  life,  and  joy  divine, 
In  rich  profusion  flow, 
For  guilty  rebels,  lost  in  sin. 
And  doomed  to  endless  woe. 
;  The  mighty  Former  of  the  skies 
Descends  to  our  abode, 
While    angels    view    with    w^ondering 
eyes. 
And  hail  th'  incarnate  God. 
.  How  rich  the  depths  of  love  divine! 
Of  bliss,  a  boundless  store  ! 
Dear  Saviour,  let  me  call  thee  mine  ; 
I  cannot  wish  for  more. 

Steele. 

457  CM. 

FROM  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall 
rise. 
And  run  eternal  rounds. 
Beyond  the  limits  of  the  skies. 
And  all  created  bounds. 

The  holy  triumphs  of  my  soul 
Shall  death  itself  outbrave, 

Leave  dull  mortality  behind. 
And  fly  beyond  the  grave. 

There,  where  my  blessed  Jesus  reigns. 
In  heaven's  unmeasured  space, 

I'll  spend  a  long  eternity 
In  pleasure  and  in  praise. 

Millions  of  years  my  wondering  eyes 
Shall  o'er  thy  beauties  rove, 

And  endless  ages  I'll  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  love. 

My  Saviour,  every  smile  of  thine 
Shall  fresh  endearments  bring, 

And  thousand  tastes  of  new  delight 
From  all  thy  graces  spring. 


14G 


GOD. 


6  Haste,  my  Beloved,  fetch  my  soul 
Up  to  thy  blest  abode  ; 
Fly,  for  my  spirit  longs  to  see 

My  Saviour  and  my  God.  Watts. 


+58 


C.  M. 

1  T    KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives, 
X      And  ever  prays  for  me  : 

A  token  of  his  love  he  gives, 
A  pledge  of  libert\\ 

2  I  find  him  lifting  up  my  head  ; 

He  brings  salvation  near  : 
His  presence  makes  me  free  indeed, 
And  he  will  soon  appear. 

3  He  wills  that  I  should  holy  be  : 

What  can  withstand  his  will  ? 
The  counsel  of  his  grace  in  me. 
He  surely  shall  fulfill. 

4  Jesus,  I  hang  upon  thy  word  : 

I  steadfastly  believe 
Thou  wilt  return,  and  claim  me.  Lord, 
And  to  thyself  receive.         c.  Wesley. 

459  CM. 

ESUS  !  delightful,  charming  name  ! 
It  spreads  a  fragrance  round  : 
Justice  and  mercy,  truth  and  peace, 
In  union  here  are  found. 

2  He  is  our  life,  our  jo}',  our  strength, 

In  him  all  glories  meet ; 
He  is  a  shade  above  our  heads, 
A  light  to  guide  our  feet. 

3  The  thickest  clouds  are  soon  dispersed. 

If  Jesus  shows  his  face  : 

To  weary,  heavy-laden  souls, 

He  is  the  resting-place. 

4  When  storms  arise  and  tempests  blow, 

He  speaks  the  stilling  word  ; 


■J, 


The  threatening  billows  cease  to  flow, 
The  winds  obey  their  Lord. 

5  Through  every  age  he's  still  the  same  ; 
But  we  ungrateful  prove. 
Forget  the  savor  of  his  name, 
The  sweetness  of  his  love. 


460 


Beddo.me. 


C.  M. 


1  /~^OME,    let   us  join  our   songs   of 
V_^         praise 

To  our  ascended  Priest ; 
He  entered  heaven  with  all  our  names 
Engraven  on  his  breast. 

2  Below  he  washed  our  guilt  away, 

By  his  atoning  blood  ; 
Now  he  appears  before  the  throne. 
And  pleads  our  cause  with  God. 

3  Clothed  with  our  nature  still,  he  knows 

The  weakness  of  our  frame. 
And  how  to  shield  us  from  the  foes 
Whom  he  himself  o'ercame. 

4  Nor    time,    nor    distance,    e'er    shall 

quench 
The  fervor  of  his  love  ; 
For  us  he  died  in  kindness  here. 
For  us  he  lives  above. 

5  Oh  !  may  we  ne'er  forget  his  grace, 

Nor  blush  to  bear  his  name  ; 
Still  may  our  hearts  hold  fast  his  faith, 
Our  lips  his  praise  proclaim. 


46 


C.  M. 


I    T    KNOW  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ; 
JL      He  lives  who  once  was  dead ; 
To  me  in  grief  he  comfort  gives  ; 
With  peace  he  crowns  my  head. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


147 


2  He  lives,  triumphant  o'er  the  grave, 

At  God's  right  hand  on  high, 
My  ransomed  soul  to  keep  and  save. 
To  bless  and  glorify. 

3  He  lives  to  fill  my  breast  with  love. 

With  joy  my  heart  to  feed  ; 
He  lives  to  plead  for  me  above, 
To  succor  me  in  need. 

4  He  lives  that  I  may  also  live. 

And  now  his  grace  proclaim  ; 
He  lives  that  I  may  honor  give 
To  his  most  holy  name. 

5  Let  strains  of  heavenly  music  rise, 

While  all  their  anthem  sing 
To  Christ,  my  precious  sacrifice, 
And  ever-livins:  Kinsr. 


462 


C.  M. 
HERE  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear, 
I  love  to  speak  its  worth  : 
It  sounds  like  music  in  mine  ear. 
The  sweetest  name  on  earth. 


T 


2  It  tells  me  of  a  Saviour's  love. 

Who  died  to  set  me  free  ; 
It  tells  me  of  his  precious  blood. 
The  sinner's  perfect  plea. 

3  Jesus  !  the  name  I  love  so  well, 

The  name  I  love  to  hear ! 
No  saint  on  earth  its  worth  can  tell. 
No  heart  conceive  how  dear. 

4  This  name  shall  shed  its  fragrance  still 

Along  life's  thorny  road, 
Shall  sweetly  smooth  the  rugged  hill 
That  leads  me  up  to  God. 


5  And  there,  with  all   the  blood-bought 
throng, 
From  sin  and  sorrow  free, 
I'll  sing  the  new  eternal  song 
Of  Jesus'  love  for  me. 


463 


C.  M. 

1  ^  I  ^HOU     dear     Redeemer,     dying 

X  Lamb, 

We  love  to  hear  of  thee  ; 
No  music  's  like  thy  charming  name, 
Nor  half  so  sweet  can  be. 

2  Oh  may  we  ever  hear  thy  voice 

In  mercy  to  us  speak  ; 
And  in  our  Priest  we  will  rejoice, 
Thou  great  Melchisedec. 

3  Our  Saviour  shall  be  still  our  theme, 

While  in  this  world  we  stay  ; 
We'll  sing  our  Jesus'  lovely  name. 
When  all  things  else  decay. 

4  When  we  appear  in  yonder  cloud. 

With  all  the  favored  throng, 
Then  will  we  sing  more  sweet,  more 
loud, 
And  Christ  shall  be  our  song. 

Madan's  Coll. 


464  CM. 

1  {~^\  JESUS,  when  I  think  of  thee, 

V J   Thy  manger,  cross,  and  throne. 

My  spirit  trusts  exultingly 
In  thee,  and  thee  alone. 

2  I  see  thee  in  thy  weakness  first ; 

Then,  glorious  from  thy  shame 
I  see  thee  death's  strong  fetters  burst, 
And      reach     heaven's      mightiest 
name. 


148 


GOD. 


3  In  all,  a  brother's  love  I  trace 

By  power  divine  exprest ; 
One  in  thy  Father's  clear  embrace, 
And  on  thy  mother's  breast. 

4  For  me  thou  didst  become  a  man. 

For  me  didst  weep  and  die  ; 
For  me  achieve  thy  wondrous  plan, 
For  me  ascend  on  high. 

5  Oh  let  me  share  thy  holy  birth, 

Thy  faith,  thy  death  to  sin! 
And,  strong  amidst  the  toils  of  earth. 
My  heavenly  life  begin. 


■J 


465 


Bethune. 


C.  M. 


ESUS  !  I  love  thy  charming  name, 

'Tis  music  to  mine  ear ; 
Fain  would  I  sound  it  out  so  loud, 
That  earth  and  heaven  should  hear. 


2  Yes  ! — thou  art  precious  to  my  soul. 

My  transport  and  my  trust ; 
Jewels,  to  thee,  are  gaudy  toys, 
And  gold  is  sordid  dust. 

3  All  my  capacious  powers  can  wish. 

In  thee  doth  richly  meet ; 
Nor  to  mine  eyes  is  light  so  dear, 
Nor  friendship  half  so  sweet. 

4  Thy  grace  still  dwells  upon  my  heart. 

And  sheds  its  fragrance  there  ; — 
The  noblest  balm  of  all  its  wounds, 
The  cordial  of  its  care. 

5  I'll  speak  the  honors  of  thy  name. 

With  my  last  laboring  breath  ; 
Then,  speechless,  clasp  thee  in  mine 
arms, 
The  Conqueror  of  death. 

Doddridge. 


466 


C.  M. 

1  f~^  JESUS,  thou  the  beauty  art 
V_y      Of  angel-worlds  above  ; 

Thy  name  is  music  to  the  heart. 
Enchanting  it  with  love. 

2  O  Jesus,  Saviour,  hear  the  sighs 

Which  unto  thee  I  send  ; 

To  thee  my  inmost  spirit  cries. 

My  being's  hope  and  end. 

3  Stay  with  us,  Lord,  and  with  thy  light 

Illume  the  soul's  abyss  ; 
Scatter  the  darkness  of  our  night. 
And  iill  the  world  with  bliss. 

4  O  Jesus,  King  of  earth  and  heaven. 

Our  life  and  joy,  to  thee 
Be  honor,  thanks,  and  blessing  given 
Through  all  eternity  ! 


467 


Bernard. 


C.  M. 


1  T)  LUNGED  in  a  gulf  of  dark  de- 
\_  spair. 

We  wretched  sinners  lay, 
Without  one  cheerful  beam  of  hope. 
Or  spark  of  glimmering  day. 

2  With  pitying  eyes  the  Prince  of  grace 

Beheld  our  helpless  grief; 
He  saw,  and,  oh  amazing  love ! 
He  ran  to  our  relief 

3  Down  from  the  shining  seats  above 

With  joyful  haste  he  fled, 
Entered  the  grave  in  mortal  flesh. 
And  dwelt  among  the  dead. 

4  He   spoiled  the  powers    of  darkness 
thus, 

And  brake  our  iron  chains  ; 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


149 


Jesus  has  freed  our  captive  souls 
From  everlasting  pains. 

5  Oh  !  for  this  love  let  rocks  and  hills 
Their  lasting  silence  break  ; 
And  all  harmonious  human  tongues 
The  Saviour's  j^raises  speak. 


J 


468 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


ESUS,  the  very  thought  of  thee 
With  sweetness  fills  my  breast : 

But  sweeter  far  thy  face  to  see, 
And  in  thy  presence  rest. 

2  Nor   voice    can    sing,  nor   heart   can 

frame. 
Nor  can  the  memory  find 
A  sweeter  sound  than  thy  blest  name, 
O  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 

3  O  Hope  of  every  contrite  heart! 

O  Joy  of  all  the  meek  ! 
To  those  who  fall,  how  kind  thou  art ! 
How  good  to  those  who  seek  ! 

4  But   what   to    those  who   find  ?    Ah  ! 

this. 
Nor  tongue  nor  pen  can  show  ; 
The  love  of  Jesus,  what  it  is. 
None  but  his  loved  ones  know. 

5  Jesus,  our  only  joy  be  thou, 

As  thou  our  prize  wilt  be  ; 

Jesus,  be  thou  our  glory  now, 

And  through  eternity. 


469 


Bernard. 


C.  M. 


I    1\ /r^  ^^"^  ^oth  magnify  the  Lord, 
IVX      My  spirit  doth  rejoice 
In  him,  my  Saviour  and  my  God  ; 
I  hear  his  joyful  voice. 


2  I  need  not  go  abroad  for  joy, 

Who  have  a  feast  at  home  ; 
My  sighs  are  turned  to  happy  songs  ; 
The  Comforter  is  come. 

3  Down  from  on  high,  the  blessed  Dove 

Is  come  into  my  breast. 
To  witness  God's  eternal  love  : 
This  is  my  heavenly  feast. 

4  Glory  to  God  the  Father  be. 

Glory  to  God  the  Son, 
Glory  to  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
Glory  to  God  alone. 


H 


470  CM. 

OW  sweet  the    name    of  Jesus 
sounds 
In  a  believer's  ear  ! 
It    soothes    his     sorrows,    heals    his 
wounds, 
And  drives  away  his  fear. 

2  It  makes  the  wounded  spirit  whole. 

And  calms  the  troubled  breast ; 
'Tis  manna  to  the  hungry  soul, 
And  to  the  weary  rest. 

3  Jesus,  my  Shepherd,  Guardian,  Friend, 

My  Prophet,  Priest,  and  King, — 
My  Lord,  my  Life,  my  Way,  my  End, 
Accept  the  praise  I  bring. 

4  Weak  is  the  effort  of  my  heart. 

And  cold  my  warmest  thought ; 
But,  when  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
I'll  praise  thee  as  I  ought. 

5  Till  then  I  would  thy  love  proclaim 

With  every  fleeting  breath  ; 
And  may  the  music  of  thy  name 
Refresh  my  soul  in  death. 

Newtcn. 


150 


GOD. 


D 


471  CM. 
BAREST  of  all  the  names  above, 

My  Jesus  and  my  God, 
Who  can  resist  thy  heavenly  love, 
Or  trifle  with  thy  blood  ? 

2  'Tis  by  the  merits  of  thy  death 

The  Father  smiles  again  ; 
'Tis  by  thine  interceding  breath 
The  Spirit  dwells  with  men. 

3  Till  God  in  human  flesh  I  see, 

My  thoughts  no  comfort  find  ; 
The  holy,  just,  and  sacred  Three 
Are  terrors  to  my  mind. 

4  But  if  Immanuel's  face  appear, 

My  hope,  my  joy  begins  ; 
His  name  forbids  my  slavish  fear. 
His  grace  removes  my  sins. 

5  While  Jews  on  their  own  law  rely, 

And  Greeks  of  wisdom  boast, 
I  love  the  Incarnate  Mystery, 
And  there  I  fix  my  trust. 

Watts. 

472  CM. 

1  'TT^O    thee,    my  Shepherd    and   my 

X  Lord, 

A  grateful  song  I'll  raise  ; 
Oh,  let  the  humblest  of  thy  flock 
Attempt  to  speak  thy  praise. 

2  'My  life,  my  joy,  my  hope,  I  owe 

To  thine  amazing  love  ; 
Ten  thousand  thousand  comforts  here, 
And  nobler  bliss  above. 

3  To  thee  my  trembling  spirit  flies, 

With  sin  and  grief  oppress'd  ; 
Thy  gentle  voice  dispels  my  fears, 
And  lulls  my  cares  to  rest. 


4  Lead  on,  dear  Shepherd  ! — led  by  thee, 
No  evil  shall  I  fear  ; 
Soon  shall  I  reach  thy  fold  above. 
And  praise  thee  better  there. 


'T 


4-73 


HiGGINBOTHAM. 


C.     M. 


HERE  is  a  fountain  filled  with 
blood. 

Drawn  from  Immanuel's  veins  ; 
And   sinners,    plunged  beneath    that 
flood. 
Lose  all  their  guilty  stains. 

2  The  dying  thief  rejoiced  to  see 

That  fountain  in  his  day  ; 
And  there  have  I,  as  vile  as  he, 
Wash'd  all  my  sins  away. 

3  Dear  dying  Lamb  !  thy  precious  blood 

Shall  never  lose  its  power. 
Till  all  the  ransom'd  Church  of  God 
Are  saved,  to  sin  no  more. 

4  E'er  since,  by  faith,  I  saw  the  stream 

Thy  flowing  wounds  supply. 
Redeeming  love  has  been  my  theme. 
And  shall  be  till  I  die. 

5  And     when     this     feeble,     stamping 

tongue 
Lies  silent  in  the  grave, 
Then,  in  a  nobler,  sweeter  song, 
I'll  sing  thy  power  to  save. 

CoWl'ER. 

474  c.  M. 

AJESTIC    sweetness   sits   en- 
throned 
Upon  the  Saviour's  brow ; 
His  head  with  radiant  glories  crowned, 
His  lips  with  grace  o'erflow. 


■M 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


151 


2  No  mortal  can  with  him  compare, 

Among  the  sons  of  men  ; 
Fairer  is  he  than  all  the  fair 
That  fill  the  heavenly  train. 

3  He  saw  me  plunged  in  deep  distress, 

And  flew  to  my  relief; 
For  me  he  bore  the  shameful  cross, 
And  carried  all  my  grief. 

4  To  him  I  owe  my  life  and  breath. 

And  all  the  joys  I  have  ; 
He  makes  me  triumph  over  death. 
And  saves  me  from  the  grave. 

5  To  heaven,  the  place  of  his  abode, 

He  brings  my  weary  feet. 
Shows  me  the  glories  of  my  God, 
And  makes  my  joys  complete. 

6  Since  from  his  bounty  I  receive 

Such  proofs  of  love  divine. 
Had  I  a  thousand  hearts  to  give. 
Lord,  they  should  all  be  thine. 


4-75 


Stennett. 


C.  M. 


1  T  'VE   found  the   pearl    of  greatest 
J.  price  ! 

My  heart  doth  sing  for  joy  ; 
And  sing  I  must,  for  Christ  is  mine  ! 
Christ  shall  my  song  employ. 

2  Christ    is   my    Prophet,    Priest,    and 

King ; 
My  Prophet  full  of  light, 
My    great     High-Priest     before    the 

tlu'one, 
My  King  of  heavenly  might. 

3  Christ  is  my  Peace  ;  he  died  for  me. 

For  me  he  gave  his  blood  ; 
And  as  my  wondrous  Sacrifice, 
Offered  himself  to  God. 


4  Christ  Jesus  is  my  All  in  All, — 
My  Comfort  and  my  Love  ; 
My  Life  below,  and  he  shall  be 
My  Joy  and  Crown  above. 


476 


C.  M. 

1  T   LOVE  thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 
X      I  ever  will  love  thee. 

Solely  because  my  God  thou  art 
Who  first  hast  loved  me. 

2  For  me,  to  lowest  depths  of  woe 

Thou  didst  thyself  abase  ; 
For   me    didst    bear    the   cross,    the 
shame, 
And  manifold  disgrace  : 

3  For  me  didst  suffer  pains  unknown. 

Blood-sweat  and  agony, 
Yea,  death  itself, — all,  all  for  me. 
For  me,  thine  enem)^ 

4  Then  shall  I  not,  O  Saviour  mine, 

Shall  I  not  love  thee  well  ? 
Not  with  the  hope  of  winning  heaven, 
Nor  of  escaping  hell : 

5  Not  with  the  hope  of  gaining  aught. 

Nor  seeking  a  reward  ; 
But  as  thyself  hast  loved  me, 
O  everlasting  Lord ! 


477 


Xavier. 


S.  M. 


1  t~^  RACE,  'tis  a  charming  sound, 
V_T     Harmonious  to  the  ear ! 
Heaven  with  the  echo  shall  resound, 

And  all  the  earth  shall  hear. 

2  Grace  first  contrived  the  way 

To  save  rebellious  man  ; 
And  all  the  steps  that  grace  display 
Which  drew  the  wondrous  plan. 


152 


GOD. 


3  Grace  led  my  roving  feet 

To  tread  the  heavenly  road  ; 
And  new  supplies,  each  hour,  I  meet, 
While  pressing  on  to  God. 

4  Grace  all  the  work  shall  crown, 

Through  everlasting  days ; 
It  lays  in  heaven  the  topmost  stone, 
And  well  deserves  the  praise. 


I    "T)  AIS 

rv  T 


478 


Doddridge. 


S.  M. 


AISE  your  triumphant  songs 
To  an  immortal  tunc ; 
Wide  let  the  earth  resound  the  deeds 
Celestial  grace  has  done. 


2  Sing  how  eternal  love 

Its  chief  Beloved  chose, 
And  bade  him  raise  our  wretched  race 
From  their  abyss  of  woes. 

3  His  hand  no  thunder  bears, 

No  terror  clothes  his  brow. 
No  bolts  to  drive  our  guilty  souls 
To  fiercer  flames  below. 

4  'Twas  mercy  filled  the  throne, 

And  wrath  stood  silent  by. 
When  Christ   was   sent  with  pardons 
down 
To  rebels  doomed  to  die. 

Watts. 


-N' 


479 


S.  M. 


OT  all  the  blood  of  beasts 
On  Jewish  altars  slain, 
Could  give  the  guilty  conscience  peace. 
Or  wash  away  the  stain. 

2  But  Christ,  the  heavenly  Lamb, 
Takes  all  our  sins  away ; 
A  sacrifice  of  nobler  name. 
And  richer  blood,  than  they. 


3  My  faith  would  lay  her  hand 

On  that  dear  head  of  thine. 
While  like  a  penitent  I  stand. 
And  there  confess  my  sin. 

4  My  soul  looks  back  to  see 

The  burdens  thou  didst  bear 
When  hanging  on  the  cursed  tree, 
And  hopes  her  guilt  was  there. 

5  Believing,  we  rejoice 

To  see  the  curse  remove  ; 
We  bless  the  Lamb  with  cheerful  voice, 
And  sing  his  bleeding  love.      vvatts. 

1  ''  I  ^O  praise  our  Shepherd's  care, 

JL        His  wisdom,  love,  and  might, 
Your  loudest,  loftiest  songs  prepare. 
And  bid  the  world  unite. 

2  Supremely  good  and  great. 

He  tends  his  blood-bought  fold  ; 
He  stoops,  though  thron'd  in  highest 
state. 
The  feeblest  to  uphold. 

3  He  hears  their  softest  plaint ; 

He  sees  them  when  they  roam  ; 
And  if  his  meanest  lamb  should  faint. 
His  bosom  bears  it  home. 

4  Kind  Shepherd  of  the  sheep, 

A  weakly  flock  are  we  ; 
And  snares   and  foes    are  nigh  ;    but 
keep 
The  lambs  who  look  to  thee. 


48 


oh, 


Havergal. 

C.  M. 

the     joyful 


I    QALVATION 
w3         sound ! 

'Tis  pleasure  to  our  ears ! 
A  sovereign  balm  for  every  wound, 
A  cordial  for  our  fears. 


PRAISE      TO     CHRIST. 


153 


2  Buried  in  sorrow  and  in  sin, 

At  hell's  dark  door  we  lay  ; 
But  we  arise,  by  grace  divine, 
To  see  a  heavenly  day. 

3  Salvation  !  let  the  echo  fly 

The  spacious  earth  around, 
■  While  all  the  armies  of  the  sky 
Conspire  to  raise  the  sound ! 

4  Salvation  !  O  thou  bleeding  Lamb, 

To  thee  the  praise  belongs  : 
Our  hearts  shall  kindle  at  thy  Name, 
Thy  Name  inspire  our  songs. 

CJiorus. 
Glor}^  honor,  praise,  and  pov;er, 
Be  unto  the  Lamb  forever  ! 
Jesus  Christ  is  our  Redeemer, 
Hallelujah  !  praise  the  Lord  ! 


482 


C.  M. 

1  T  TOSANNA  !     raise     the    pealing 
X  X         hymn 

To  David's  Son  and  Lord  ; 

With  cherubim  and  seraphim 

Exalt  the  Incarnate  Word. 

2  Hosanna  !   Master,  lo,  we  bring 

Our  offerings  to  thy  throne  ; 
Nor  gold,  nor  myrrh,  nor  mortal  thing, 
But  hearts  to  be  thine  own. 

3  Hosanna!  once  thy  gracious  ear 

Approved  a  lisping  throng; 
Be  gracious  still,  and  deign  to  hear 
Our  poor  but  grateful  song. 

4  O  Saviour,  if  redeemed  by  thee, 

Thy  temple  we  behold, 
Hosannas  through  eternity 
We'll  sing  to  harps  of  gold. 


483 


S.  M, 


1  A  WAKE,  and  sing  the  song 
/3L     Of  Moses  and  the  Lamb  ! 
Wake,  every  heart,  and  every  tongue, 

To  praise  the  Saviour's  name  ! 

2  Sing  of  his  dying  love  ; 

Sing  of  his  rising  power  : 
Sing  how  he  intercedes  above. 
For  those  whose  sins  he  bore. 

3  Sing,  till  we  feel  our  hearts 

Ascending  with  our  tongues  ; 

Sing,  till  the  love  of  sin  departs, 

And  grace  inspires  our  sougs. 

4  Sing  on  your  heavenly  way, 

Ye  ransomed  sinners,  sing! 
Sing  on,  rejoicing  every  day 
In  Christ,  th'  exalted  King. 

5  Soon  shall  we  hear  him  sa}', 

"  Ye  blessed  children,  come  I" 
Soon  will  he  call  us  hence  away 
To  our  eternal  home. 

Hammond. 


48+ 


S.  M. 


1  Y^  NTHRONED  is  Jesus  now 
X ^     Upon  his  heavenly  seat ; 

The  kingly  crown  is  on  his  brow, 
The  saints  are  at  his  feet. 

2  In  shining  white  they  stand, — 

A  great  and  countless  throng  ; 
A  palmy  sceptre  in.  each  hand, 
On  every  lip  a  song. 

3  They  sing  the  Lamb  of  God, 

Once  slain  on  earth  for  them  ; 
The    Lamb,   through    whose    atoning 
blood. 
Each  wears  his  diadem. 


154 


GOD. 


4  Thy  grace,  O  Holy  Ghost, 
Thy  blessed  help  supply, 
That  we  may  join  that  radiant  host 
Triumphant  in  the  sky. 


+85 


JuDKi:-'. 

S.  M. 

1  f~\^   CHRIST,  what  gracious  words, 
V_^     Are  ever,  ever  thine  ! 

Thy  voice  is  music  to  the  soul, 
And  life,  and  peace  divine. 

2  Grace,  everlasting  grace. 

Glad  tidings,  full  of  joy. 
Flow  from  thy  lips,  the  lips  of  truth, 
And  flow  without  alloy. 

3  The  broken  heart,  the  poor, 

The  bruised,  the  deaf,  the  blind, 
The    dumb,     the    dead,    the    captive 
wretch, 
In  thee  compassion  find. 

4  Lord  Jesus,  speed  the  day, 

The  promised  day  of  grace. 
To  all  the  poor,  the  dumb,  the  deaf. 
The  dead,  of  Adam's  race. 


486 


8s  &  7s. 


I     I  N  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory. 


I 


Towering   o'er    the    wrecks    of 
time ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

2  When  the  woes  of  life  o'ertake  me, 

Hopes  deceive,  and  fears  annoy, 
Never  shall  the  cross  forsake  me : 
Lo  !  it  glows  with  peace  and  jo}'. 

3  When  the  sun  of  bliss  is  beaming 

Light  and  love  upon  my  way. 
From  the  cross  the  radiance  streaming 
Adds  new  lustre  to  the  day. 


Bane  and  blessing,  pain  and  pleasure. 

By  the  cross  are  sanctified  ; 
Peace  is  there,  that  knows  no  measure, 

Joys  that  through  all  time  abide. 
In  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory, 

Tow'ring  o'er  the  wrecks  of  time  ; 
All  the  light  of  sacred  story 

Gathers  round  its  head  sublime. 

BOWRING 


487 


8s  &  7s. 

SWEET  the  moments,  rich  in  bless- 
ing, 
Which  before  the  cross  I  sj^end ; 
Life,  and  health,  and  peace  possessing, 

From  the  sinner's  dying  Friend. 
Here  I'll  sit,  forever  viewing 

Mercy  streaming  in  his  blood  ; 
Precious  drops  !  my  soul  bedewing. 
Plead  and  claim  my  peace  with  God. 

Truly  blessed  is  my  station. 
Low  before  his  cross  to  lie  ; 

While  I  see  divine  compassion 
Floating  in  his  languid  eye. 

Here  it  is  I  find  my  heaven 
While  upon  the  cross  I  gaze  ; 

Love  I  much  ?  I've  much  forgiven, 
I'm  a  miracle  of  grace. 

Love  and  grief  my  heart  dividing. 
With  my  tears  his  feet  I'll  bathe ; 

Constant  still  in  faith  abiding. 
Life  deriving  from  his  death. 


488 


8s  &  7s. 

HARK,  the  sound  of  holy  voices 
.  Chanting  at  the  crystal  sea. 
Hallelujah,  hallelujah. 

Hallelujah!  Lord,  to  thee. 


PRAISE     TO     CHRIST. 


155 


2  Multitudes  which  none  can  number. 

Like  the  stars  in  glory,  stand 

Clothed  in  white  apparel,  holding 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand. 

3  They  have  come  from  tribulation, 

And   have    washed   their   robes   in 
blood, 
Washed  them  in  the  blood  of  Jesus  ; 
Tried    they    were,    and    firm    they 
stood. 

4  Now  they  reign  in  heavenly  glory, 

Now  they  walk  in  golden  light, 
Now  they  drink,  as  from  a  river, 
Holy  bliss  and  infinite. 


Wordsworth. 


I  'T^l 


489 


HERE  is  no  name  so  sweet  on 
earth, 

No  name  so  sweet  in  heaven, — 
The  name  before  his  wondrous  birth 
To  Christ,  the  Saviour,  given. 

2  And  when  he  hung  upon  the  tree. 

They  wrote  this  name  above  him, 
That  all  might  see  the  reason  we 
Forevermore  must  love  him. 

3  So  now,  upon  his  Father's  throne. 

Almighty  to  release  us 
From  sin  and  pains,  he  ever  reigns. 
The  Prince  and  Saviour  Jesus. 

4  O  Jesus,  by  that  matchless  name. 

Thy  grace  shall  fail  us  never; 
To-day  as  yesterday  the  same, 
Thou  art  the  same  forever. 

Then    let    us   sing,    around    our 
King, 
The  faithful,  precious  Jesus,  etc. 


Chorus. 

We  love  to  sing  around  our  King, 
And  hail  him  blessed  Jesus  : 

For  there's  no  word  ear  ever  heard 
So  dear,  so  sweet  as  Jesus. 


490 


7s  &  6s. 


c 


OME,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 


While  .  hearts     and     accents 
blend ; 
Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  sinner's  only  Friend  ; 
His  holy  soul  rejoices. 

Amid  the  choirs  above. 
To  hear  our  youthful  voices 
Exulting  in  his  love. 

2  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  wept  our  path  along; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

The  tempted  and  the  strong ; 
None  who  besought  his  healing, 

He  passed  unheeded  by : 
And  still  retains  his  feeling 

For  us  above  the  sky. 

3  We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Who  died  our  souls  to  save ; 
We  love  to  sing  of  Jesus, 

Triumphant  o'er  the  grave  ; 
And  in  our  hour  of  danger. 

We'll  trust  his  love  alone. 
Who  once  slept  in  a  manger. 

And  now  sits  on  the  throne. 

4  Then  let  us  sing  of  Jesus, 

While  yet  on  earth  we  stay. 
And  hope  to  sing  of  Jesus 
Throughout  eternal  day ; 


156 


GOD. 


For  those  who  here  confess  him, 
He  will  in  heaven  confess  ; 

And  faithful  hearts  that  bless  him, 
He  will  forever  bless. 

4-9^  Ss  &  7s. 

1  TT  7H0    shall    sing,    if    not    the 

VV  children  ? 

Did  not  Jesus  die  for  them  ? 
May  they  not,  with  other  jewels. 

Sparkle  in  his  diadem? 
Why  to  them  were  voices  given, 

Bird-like  voices,  sweet  and  clear? 
Why,  unless  the  song  of  heaven 

They  begin  to  practice  here  ? 

2  There's  a  choir  of  infant  songsters. 

White-robed,    round    the    Saviour's 
throne  ; 
Angels  cease,  and,  waiting,  listen  : 

Oh,  'tis  sweeter  than  their  own  ! 
Faith  can  hear  the  rapturous  choral, 

When  her  ear  is  upward  turn'd  : 
Is  not  this  the  same,  perfected, 

Which  upon  the  earth  they  learn'd  ? 

3  Jesus,  when  on  earth  sojourning, 

Loved  them  with  a  wondrous  love : 
And  will  he,  to  heaven  returning. 

Faithless  to  his  blessing  prove  ? 
Oh,  they  cannot  sing  too  early  : 

Fathers,  stand  not  in  their  way ! 
Birds  do  sing  while  day  is  breaking: 

Tell  me,  then,  why  should  not  they  ? 

492  7s  &  3s. 

I   T  T  70RTHY,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
V  V     Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
Worthy,  worthy  is  the  Lamb, 
That  was  slain.     , 


2  Sons  of  Morning  sing  his  praise, 
In  the  noblest  strains  you  raise, 
Man's  redemption  claims  your  lays, 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

3  Christ  has  come  in  very  deed. 
Born  to  bruise  the  serpent's  head; 
Sinner,  he's  the  Friend  you  need, 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

4  See,  in  sad  Gethsemane, 
See,  on  tragic  Calvar}', 
Sinner,  see  his  love  to  thee, 

Praise  the  Lamb. 

5  Penitents,  dry  up  your  tears, 
God  hath  heard  believing  prayers. 
He  forgives  you  when  he  hears 

His  dear  Lamb. 

6  Thus  may  we  each  moment  feel. 
Love  him,  serve  him,  praise  him  still, 
Till  we  all  on  Zion's  hill 

See  the  Lamb. 

493  c.  M. 

1  TT  E'S    come,    let   every   knee  be 
Xl.  bent, 

All  hearts  new  joy  resume  ; 
Sing,  ye  redeemed,  with  one  consent, 
"  The  Comforter  is  come." 

2  What  greater  gift,  what  greater  love. 

Could  God  on  man  bestow? 
Angels  for  this  rejoice  above. 
Let  man  rejoice  below. 

3  Hail,  blessed  Spirit  !   may  each  soul 

Thy  sacred  influence  feel ; 
Do  thou  each  sinful  thought  control, 
And  fix  our  wavering  zeal. 


IIOL  V    SPIRIT. 


157 


4  Thou  to  the  conscience  dost  convey 
Those    checks    which     we    should 
know  ; 
Thy  motions  point  to  us  the  way  ; 
Thou  sfiv'st  us  strenirth  to  go. 


G 


494  c.  M. 

REAT   Spirit,  by  whose  mighty 
power 

All  creatures  live  and  move, 
On  us  thy  benediction  shower  ; 
Inspire  our  souls  with  love. 

2  Hail,  Source  of  light !  arise  and  shine; 

All  gloom  and  doubt  dispel ; 
Give  peace  and  joy,  for  we  are  thine ; 
In  us  forever  dwell. 

3  From  death  to  life  our  spirits  raise ; 

Complete  redemption  bring  ; 
New   tongues    impart   to    speak    the 
praise 
Of  Christ,  our  God  and  King. 

4  Thine  inward  witness  bear,  unknown 

To  all  the  world  beside  ; 
Exulting,  then,  we  feel  and  own 
Our  Saviour  glorified. 


495 


C.  M. 


1  IV  T  O  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky, 
J.  \|       No  footprints  on  the  air ; 

Jesus  hath  gone  ;  the  face  of  earth 
Is  desolate  and  bare. 

2  That  Upper  Room  is  heaven  on  earth  ; 

Within  its  precincts  lie 
All  that  earth  has  of  faith,  or  hope. 
Or  heaven-born  charity. 

3  One  moment — and  the  silentness 

Was  breathless  as  the  grave : 


The  fluttered  earth  forgot  to  quake, 
The  troubled  trees  to  wave. 

4  He   comes !    he   comes !    that  mighty 

Breath 
From  heaven's  eternal  shores  ; 
His  uncreated  freshness  fills 
His  Bride,  as  she  adores. 

5  Earth  quakes  before  that  rushing  blast, 

Heaven  echoes  back  the  sound, 
And  mightily  the  tempest  wheels 
That  Upper  Room  around. 

6  One  moment — and  the  Spirit  hung 

O'er  all  with  dread  desire  : 
Then  broke  upon  the  heads  of  all 
In  cloven  tongues  of  fire. 

Faber. 


496 


L.  M. 


1  I    "*TERNAL  Spirit,  we  confess 

1    rt>  And  sing   the  wonders   of  thy 
grace ; 
Thy     pow'r     conveys    our    blessings 

down 
From  God  the  Father  and  the  Son. 

2  Enlightened  by  the  heavenly  ray, 
Our  shades  and  darkness  turn  to  day ; 
Thine  inward  teachings  make  us  know 
Our  danger,  and  our  refuge  too. 

3  Thy  power  and  glory  work  within, 
And  break  the  chains  of  reigning  sin  ; 
All  our  imperious  lusts  subdue, 

And  form  our  wretched  hearts  anew. 

4  The  troubled  conscience    knows  thy 

voice  ; 
Thy  cheering  words  awake  our  joys  ; 
Thy  words  allay  the  stormy  wind, 
And  calm  the  surges  of  the  mind. 

Watts. 


158 


GOD. 


c 


497    .         L.M. 

■OME,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest ! 
And  in  our  souls  take  up  thy 
rest ; 
Come,  with  thy  grace   and   heavenly 

aid, 
To   fill   the   hearts   which    thou    hast 
made. 

2  Great  Comforter !  to  thee  we  cry  ; 
O  highest  Gift  of  God  most  high  ! 
O  fount  of  life  !  O  fire  of  love  ! 
Send  sweet  anointing  from  above! 

3  Kindle  our  senses  from  above, 

And   make   our   hearts  o'erflow  with 

love; 
With  patience  firm,  and  virtue  high, 
The  weakness  of  our  flesh  supply. 

4  Far  from  us  drive  the  foe  we  dread, 
And  grant  us  thy  true  peace  instead ; 
So  shall  we  not,  with  thee  for  guide. 
Turn  from  the  path  of  life  aside. 


Lyra  Cath. 


I  'T^l 


498 


L.  M. 
^HE  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove, 
Flies  from  the  realms  of  noise 
and  strife  : 
Why  should  we  vex   and   grieve    his 
love, 
Who  seals  our  souls  to  heavenly  life  ! 

2  Tender  and  kind  be  all  our  thoughts  ; 
Through    all    our   lives    let    mercy 
run  ; 
So  God  forgives  our  numerous  foults, 
Through   grace    abounding   in    the 
Son. 

Watts. 


499  L.  M. 

1  /'"^OME,  blessed  Spirit!  source  of 
V^^         light ! 

Whose  power  and  grace  are  uncon- 
fined. 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, — 
The  thicker  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  To  mine  illumined  eyes  display 

The  glorious  truth  thy  word  reveals  ; 
Cause  me  to  run  the  heavenly  way. 
Thy   book    unfold,    and   loose    the 
seals. 

3  While  through   this    dubious   maze  I 

stray, 
Spread,    like    the    sun,  thy   beams 

abroad, 
To  show  the  dangers  of  the  way. 
And  guide  my  feeble  steps  to  God. 

Beddome. 

500  L.  M. 

1  O  URE  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh, 
w3     'Fis    he    sustains    my   fainting 

heart ; 
Else  would  my  hopes  forever  die. 
And  every  cheering  ray  depart. 

2  Whene'er,  to  call  the  Saviour  mine, 

With  ardent  wish  my  heart  aspires, — 
Can  it  be  less  than  power  divine. 
That  animates  these  strong  desires? 

3  And,    when    my    cheerful    hope    can 

say, — 
I  love  my  God  and  taste  his  grace,— 
Lord  !  is  it  not  thy  blissful  ray. 

That   brings    this    dawn    of  sacred 

peace  ? 


HOL  Y     SPIRIT. 


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4  Let  thy  good  Spirit  in  my  heart 
Forever  dwell,  O  God  of  love  ! 
And    light'  and   heavenly   peace    im- 
part,— 
Sweet  earnest  of  the  joys  above. 


501 


Steele. 


L.  M. 


1  /"^OME,  gracious    Spirit,  heavenly 
V^^         Dove, 

With  light  and  comfort  from  above : 
Be  thou  our  guardian,  thou  our  guide ! 
O'er  every  thought  and  step  preside. 

2  To  us  the  light  of  truth  display. 

And  make   us  know  and  choose  thy 

way  ; 
Plant  holy  fear  in  every  heart. 
That  we  from  God  may  ne'er  depart. 

3  Lead  us  to  holiness — the  road 

That  we  must  take  to  dwell  with  God  ; 
Lead  us  to  Christ,  the  living  way. 
Nor  let  us  from  his  precepts  stray. 

4  Lead  us  to  God,  our  final  rest. 
To  be  with  him  forever  blest ; 

Lead  us  to  heaven,  its  bliss  to  share — 
Fullness  of  joy  forever  there  ! 

Browne. 

502  L.M. 

1  f^OWY.,     Holy    Spirit,    calm    my 
V_</         mind, 

And  fit  me  to  approach  my  God  ; 
Remove     each     vain,    each     worldly 
thought, 
And  lead  me  to  thy  blest  abode. 

2  Hast  thou  imparted  to  my  soul 

A  living  spark  of  holy  fire  ? 
Oh  kindle  now  the  sacred  flame. 
Make  me  to  burn  with  pure  desire  ! 


3  A  brighter  foith  and  hope  impart. 
And  let  me  now  my  Saviour  see  ; 
Oh    soothe    and   cheer   my   burden'd 
heart, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest  in  thee  ! 


BuRDER  Coll. 


.^s 


503 


L.  M. 
S  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers 
Descend,  and    cheer  the  faint- 
ing flowers. 
So,  in  the  secrecy  of  love, 
Falls  the  sweet  Spirit  from  above. 

2  That  heavenly  Spirit  let  me  find 
In  holy  silence  of  the  mind, 

While  every  grace  maintains  its  bloom, 
Diffusing  wide  its  rich  perfume. 

3  Nor  let  these  blessings  be  confined 
To  me,  but  poured  on  all  mankind. 
Till   earth's   wild   wastes    in   verdure 

rise. 
And  a  young  Eden  bless  our  eyes. 


504  L.M. 

1  AT  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home, 
±\.  Toiling    I    cry,    "  Sweet  Spirit, 

come ! 
Celestial  breeze,  no  longer  stay. 
But   swell   my   sails,    and   speed    my 
way." 

2  "  Fain  would  I  mount,  fain  would  I 

glow, 
And  loose  my  cable  from  below  ; 
But  I  can  only  spread  my  sail  ; 
Thou,  thou  must  breathe  the  auspich 

ous  gale." 


160 


GOD. 


505  L.M. 

1  /~^OME,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and 
\_y         dwell 

By  faith  and  love  in  every  breast ; 
Then  shall  we  know,  and  taste,  and 
feel 
The  joys  that  cannot  be  expressed. 

2  Come,    fill    our   hearts   with    inward 

strength, 
Make  our  enlarged  souls  possess, 
And  learn   the  height,   and   breadth, 

and  length 
Of  thine  immeasurable  grace. 

3  Now  to  the  God,  whose  power  can  do 
More    than   our   thoughts   or   wishes 

know. 
Be  everlasting  honors  done 
By  all  the  church,  through  Christ  his 

Son.  avatts. 


c 


506 


•s 


L.  M. 
PIRIT  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love, 
Oh   shed   thine    influence    from 
above  : 
And  still  from  age  to  age  convey 
The  blessings  of  this  sacred  day. 

2  In  every  clime,  by  every  tongue, 
Be  God's  redeeming  mercy  sung  ; 
Let  all  the  listening  earth  be  taught 
The  wonders  by  the  Saviour  wrought. 

3  Unfailing  Comfort !  heavenly  Guide  ! 
Still  o'er  thy  ransomed  church  preside  ! 
Let  every  heart  thy  blessmg  prove, 
Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love. 


507  L.  M. 
OME,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above. 

And  fill  the  coldest  heart  with 
love : 
Oh  !  turn  to  flesh  the  flinty  stone. 
And  let  thy  sovereign  power  be  known. 

2  Speak  thou,  and  from  the  haughtiest 

eyes 
Shall  floods  of  contrite  sorrow  rise  ; 
While  all  their  glowing  souls  are  borne 
To  seek  that  grace  which  now  they 

scorn. 

3  Oh !  let  a  holy  flock  await. 

In  crowds  around  thy  temple-gate ! 
Each  pressing  on  with  zeal  to  be 
A  living  sacrifice  to  thee. 

4  In  answer  to  our  fervent  cries, 
Give  us  to  see  thy  church  arise  ; 
Or,  if  that  blessing  seem  too  great, 
Give  us  to  mourn  its  low  estate. 

Doddridge. 

508  L.  M. 

1  O  TAY,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay, 
Vs3     Though  I  have  done  thee  such 

despite  ; 
Cast  not  a  sinner  quite  away, 
Nor  take  thine  everlasting  flight. 

2  Though  I  have  most  unfaithful  been 

Of  all  who  e'er  thy  grace  received, — 
Ten  thousand  times  thy  goodness  seen, 
Ten  thousand   times  thy  goodness 
grieved. 

3  Yet,  oh,  the  chief  of  sinners  spare. 

In  honor  of  my  great  High  Priest ; 
Nor,  m  thy  righteous  anger,  swear 
I  shall  not  see  thy  people's  rest. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 


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4  Now,  Lord,  my  weary  soul  release, 

Upraise  me  with  thy  powerful  hand  ; 
Oh,  guide  me  into  perfect  peace, 
And  bring  me  to  the  promised  land  ! 

C.  Wesley. 

509  L.  M. 

LORD,  and  shall  our  fainting 
souls 

Thy  just  displeasure  ever  mourn  ? 
Thy  Spirit  grieved,  and  long  withdrawn. 
Will  he  no  more  to  us  return  ? 

2  Great  Source  of  light  and  peace !  re- 

turn 
Nor  let  us  mourn  and  sigh  in  vain ; 
Come,  repossess  these  longing  hearts 
With  all  the  graces  of  thy  train. 

3  This  temple,  hallowed  by  thine  hand, 
Once  more  be  with  thy  presence  blest ; 
Here  be  thy  grace  anew  displayed, 
Be  this  thine  everlasting  rest ! 

Thoi!as  Scott. 


c 


510  L.M. 

OME,  thou  celestial  Spirit,  come, 
And   call    my   roving   passions 
home  ; 
To  mine  enlightened  eyes  display 
The  heritage  of  heavenly  day. 

2  My  God,  that  heritage  is  thine  : 
How  rich,  how  glorious,  liow  divine  ! 
How  ixx  above  all  mortal  things. 
The  little  pride  of  courts  and  kings. 

3  Of  endless  joy  th'  unbounded  store  ; 
Why  is  its  lustre  known  no  more  ? 
Away,  ye  mists  of  envious  night. 
That  veil  salvation  from  my  sight ! 

11 


511  L.M. 

1  /'~^OME,  thou  eternal  Spirit,  come 
V^^      From  heaven  thy  glorious  dwell- 
ing-place ; 

Oh,  make  my  sinful  heart  thy  home, 
And  consecrate  it  by  thy  grace. 

2  There  fix,  O  Lord,  thy  blest  abode. 

And  drive  thy  foes  forever  thence; 
There  shed  a  Saviour's  love  abroad, 
And  light,  and  lite,  and  joy  dispense. 

3  My  wants  supply  ;  my  fears  suppress  ; 

Direct  my  way,  and  hold  me  up  ; 
Teach  me,  in  times  of  deep  distress, 
To  pray  in  faith,  and  wait  in  hope. 

IjEDDOME. 

512  L.M. 

1  /'~^OME,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  one 
V^^   Art  with  the  Father  and  the  Son  ; 
Come,  Holy  Ghost,  our  souls  possess 
With  thy  full  flood  of  holiness. 

2  Li  word  and  deed,  by  heart  and  tongue. 
With    all    our   powers,    thy  praise  be 

sung ; 
May  love  enwrap  our  mortal  frame, 
And  others  catch  the  living  flame. 

S^2>         8s  &  7s.   D. 

I    T  OVE  divine,  all  love  excelling, 

\ y     Joy  of  heaven,  to  earth  come 

down  ; 
Fix  in  us  thy  humble  dwelling  ; 

All  thy  faithful  mercies  crown. 
Jesus,  thou  art  all  compassion, — 
Pure,  unbounded  love  thou  art; 
Visit  us  with  thy  salvation  ; 
Enter  every  trembling  heart 


1C2 


GOD. 


2  Breathe,  oh  breathe  thy  loving  Spirit 

Into  every  troubled  breast ; 
Let  us  all  in  thee  inherit ; 

Let  us  find  thy  promised  rest ; 
Take  away  our  bent  to  sinning : 

Alpha  and  Omega  be  ; 
End  of  faith,  as  its  beginning, 

Set  our  hearts  at  liberty. 

3  Come,  almighty  to  deliver, 

Let  us  all  thy  life  receive  ; 
Suddenly  return,  and  never, 

Never  more  thy  temples  leave : 
Thee  we  would  be  always  blessing, 

Serve  thee  as  thy  hosts  above  ; 
Pray,  and  praise  thee  without  ceasing. 

Glory  in  thy  perfect  love. 

4  Finish  then  thy  new  creation ; 

Pure  and  spotless  let  us  be  ; 
Let  us  see  thy  great  salvation. 

Perfectly  restored  in  thee: 
Changed  from  glory  into  glory 

Till  in  heaven  we  take  our  place, — 
Till  we  cast  our  crowns  before  thee. 

Lost  in  wonder,  love,  and  praise. 

C.  Wesley. 

5^4       8s.  &  7s.    D. 
I    T  TOLY   Ghost !     dispel   our   sad- 
jljL  "ess  : 

Pierce  the  clouds  of  nature's  night ; 
Come,  thou  Source  of  joy  and  glad- 
ness, 
Breathe   thy    life,    and   spread    thy 
light. 
Hear,  oh  hear  our  supplication, 

Blessed  Spirit !  God  of  peace  ! 
Rest  upon  the  congregation 
With  the  fullness  of  thy  grace. 


2  Author  of  our  new  creation. 

May  we  all  thine  influence  prove  ; 
Make  our  souls  the  habitation, — 

Shed  abroad  the  Saviour's  love. 
Source  of  sweetest  consolation. 

Breathe  thy  peace  on  all  below ; 
Bless,  oh  bless  this  congregation  ; 

On  each  soul  thy  grace  bestow  ! 


515 


Jay. 


C.  M. 


1  ^~^  OME,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come, 
\_y     Inspire  these  souls  of  thine  ; 
Till  every  heart  which  thou  hast  made 

Be  filled  with  grace  divine. 

2  Thou  art  the  Comforter,  the  gift 

Of  God,  and  fire  of  love  ; 

The  everlasting  spring  of  joy, 

And  unction  from  above. 

3  Enlighten  our  dark  souls,  till  they 

Thy  sacred  love  embrace ; 
Assist  our  minds,  by  nature  frail, 
With  thy  celestial  grace. 

516  c.M. 

1  '^T  T'HEN  God  of  old  came  down 

V  V  from  heaven, 

In  power  and  wrath  he  came  ; 
Before  his  feet  the  clouds  were  riven, 
Half  darkness  and  half  flame  • 

2  But  when  he  came  the  second  time. 

He  came  in  power  and  love ; 
Softer  than  gale  at  morning  prime 
Hovered  his  holy  dove. 

3  The  fires,  that  rushed  on  Sinai  down 

In  sudden  torrents  dread, 
Now  gently  light,  a  glorious  crown, 
On  every  sainted  head. 


HOL  Y    SPIRIT. 


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4  And  as  on  Israel's  awe-struck  ear 

The  voice  exceeding  loud, 
The  trump,  that  angels  quake  to  hear, 
Thrill'd  from  the  deep,  dark  cloud : 

5  So,  w'tien  the  Spirit  of  our  God 

Came  down  his  flock  to  find, 
A  voice  from  hea\-en  was  heard  abroad, 
A  rushing,  mighty  wind. 

6  He  fills  the  church  of  God  :  he  fills 

The  sinful  world  around  ; 
Only  in  stubborn  hearts  and  wills 
No  place  for  him  is  found. 

7  Come,  Lord,  come  Wisdom,  Love,  and 

Power, 
Open  our  ears  to  hear  ; 
Let  us  not  miss  th'  accepted  hour, 
Save,  Lord,  by  love  or  fear 


S^l 


Keble. 


C.  M. 


ETERNAL  Spirit,  God  of  truth. 
Our  contrite  hearts  inspire  ; 
Revive  the  flame  of  heavenly  love, 
And  feed  the  pure  desire. 

'Tis   thine    to   soothe   the    sorrowins: 
mind. 

With  guilt  and  fear  oppressed  ; 
'Tis  thine  to  bid  the  dying  live. 

And  give  the  weary  rest. 
Subdue  the  power  of  every  sin, 

Whate'er  that  sin  may  be. 
That  we,  with  humble,  holy  heart, 

May  worship  only  thee. 

Then  with  our  spirits  witness  bear 

That  we  are  sons  of  God, 
Redeemed  from  sin,  from   death  and 
hell. 

Through  Christ's  atoning  blood. 


518  c.M. 

1  Q  PIRIT  of  Truth  !  on  this  thy  day 
vI3     To  thee  for  help  we  cr}-, 

To  guide  us  through  the  dreary  way 
Of  dark  mortality. 

2  We  ask  not,  Lord,  the  cloven  flame 

Or  tongues  of  various  tone  ; 
But  long  thy  praises  to  proclaim, 
With  fervor  in  our  own. 

3  We  mourn  not  that  prophetic  skill 

Is  found  on  earth  no  more  ; 

Enough  for  us  to  trace  thy  will 

In  Scripture's  sacred  lore. 

4  Though  tongues  shall  cease  and  power 

decay, 
And  knowledge  empty  prove. 
Do  thou  thy  trembling  servants  stay 
With  faith,  with  hope,  with  love. 

Heber. 

5^9  CM. 

1  O  PIRIT  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer, 
vZ3  And  make  our  hearts  thy  home ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power; 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  ! 

2  Come  as  the  light :  to  us  reveal 

Our  sinfulness  and  woe  ; 
And  lead  us  in  those  paths  of  life 
Where  all  the  righteous  go. 

3  Come  as  the  fire,  and  purge  our  hearts 

Like  sacrificial  flame : 
Let  our  whole  soul  an  offering  be 
To  our  Redeemer's  name. 

4.  Come  as  the  dew,  and  sweetly  bless 
This  consecrated  hour ; 
Shed  richly  on  my  fruitless  soul 
Thy  fertilizing  power. 


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5  Come  as  the  wind,  with  rushing  sound, 

With  Pentecostal  grace  ; 
And  make  the  great  salvation  known 
Wide  as  the  human  race. 

6  Spirit  Divine,  attend  our  prayer, 

And  make  our  hearts  thy  home  ; 
Descend  with  all  thy  gracious  power, 
Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come  !         reed. 

520  CM. 

HE  blesscd  Spirit,  like  the  wind, 
Blows    when    and    where    he 
please  : 
How  happy  are  the_  men  who  feel 
The  soul-enlivening  breeze  ! 

2  He  moulds  the  carnal  mind  afresh. 

Subdues  the  power  of  sin, 
Transforms  the  heart  of  stone  to  flesh, 
And  plants  his  grace  within. 

3  He  sheds  abroad  the  Father's  love, 

Applies  redeeming  blood. 
Bids  both  our  guilt  and  fear  remove, 
And  brings  us  home  to  God. 

4  Lord,  fill  each  dead,  benighted  soul 

With  light,  and  life,  and  joy  : 
None  can  thy  mighty  power  control. 
Or  shall  thy  work  destroy,    beddome. 

5^  ^  C.  M. 

i./^^OME,     Holy     Spiiit,     heavenly 
V_^         Dove, 

With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 
Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviom-'s  love 
In  these  cold  hearts  of  ours. 
2  Look  !  how  we  grovel  here  below, 
Fond  of  these  trifling  toys  ! 
Our  souls  can  neither  fly  nor  go. 
To  reach  eternal  joys. 


In  vain  we  tune  our  formal  songs  ; 

In  wain  we  strive  to  rise  ; 
Hosannas  languish  on  our  tongues, 

And  our  devotion  dies. 

Dear  Lord,  and  shall  we  ever,  live 
At  this  poor,  dying  rate, — 

Our  love  so  faint,  so  cold  to  thee, 
And  thine  to  us  so  great  ? 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove, 
With  all  thy  quickening  powers. 

Come,  shed  abroad  a  Saviour's  love. 
And  that  shall  kindle  ours. 

Watts. 

5^^  CM. 

GREAT  Father  of  our  feeble  race, 
Behold,  thy  servants  wait ; 
With  longing  eyes  and  lifted  hands, 
We  flock  around  thy  gate. 

Oh,  shed  abroad  that  royal  gift. 

That  Spirit  from  above. 
To  bless  our  eyes  with  sacred  light, 

And  fire  our  hearts  with  love  ! 

With  speedy  flight  may  he  descend, 

And  solid  comfort  bring. 
And  o'er  our  languid  souls  extend 

His  all-reviving  wing. 

Blest  earnest  of  eternal  joy. 

Declare  our  sins  forgiven. 
And  bear,  with  energy  divine. 

Our  raptured  thoughts  to  heaven. 

Diffuse,  O  God,  refreshing  showers. 
That  earth  its  fruit  may  yield, 

And  change  this  barren  wilderness 
To  Carmel's  flowery  field. 

Doddridge. 


HOL  Y    SPIRIT. 


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'S 


S'^Z  CM. 

PIRIT  of  holiness,  look  clown, 
Our  fainting  hearts  to  cheer ; 
And,  when  we  tremble  at  thy  frown. 
Oh,  bring  thy  comforts  near  ! 

2  The     fear     which      thy     convictions 

wrought. 
Oh,  let  thy  grace  remove  ! 
And  may  the   souls  which  thou  hast 
taught 
To  weep,  now  learn  to  love. 

3  Now  let  thy  saving  mercy  heal 

The  wounds  it  made  before  ; 
Now  on  our  hearts  impress  thy  seal, 
I'hat  we  may  doubt  no  more. 

4  Complete  the  work  thou  hast  begun, 

And  make  our  darkness  light, 
V     That  we  a  glorious  race  may  run, 
Till  faith  be  lost  in  sijjht. 


524 


Bathurst. 


C.  M 


1  O  PIRIT  of  holiness,  descend  ; 
w3     Thy  people  wait  for  thee  ; 
Thine  ear,  in  kind  compassion,  lend  ; 

Let  us  thy  mercy  see. 

2  Behold,  thy  weary  churches  wait, 

With  wishful,  longing  eyes  ; 
Let  us  no  more  lie  desolate  ; 
Oh,  bid  thy  light  arise ! 

3  Thy  light,  that  on  our  souls  hath  shone, 

Leads  us  in  hope  to  thee  ; 
Letus  not  feel  its  rays  alone — 
Alone  thy  people  be. 

4  Oh,  bring  our  dearest  friends  to  God ; 

Remember  those  we  love  ; 


Fit  them,  on  earth,  for  thine  abode ; 
Fit  them  for  joys  above. 

Spirit  of  holiness,  'tis  thine 
To  hear  our  feeble  prayer; 

Come, — for  we  wait  thy  power  divine, — 
Let  us  thy  mercy  share. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

S'^S  CM. 

HOLY  Ghost,  the  Comforter, 
How  is  thy  love  despised. 
While  the  heart  longs  for  sympathy" 
And  friends  are  idolized. 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God, 

Brooding  with  dove-like  wings 

Over  the  helpless  and  the  weak 
Among  created  things  ! 

Where    should    our    feebleness    find 
strength. 
Our  helplessness  a  stay, 
Didst  thou  not  bring  us  strength,  and 
help, 
And  comfort,  day  by  day  ? 

Great  are  thy  consolations,  Lord, 

And  mighty  is  thy  power. 
In  sickness  and  in  solitude. 

In  sorrow's  darkest  hour. 

Oh,  if  the  souls  that  now  despise 
And  grieve  thee,  heavenly  Dove, 

Would  seek  thee,  and  would  welcome 
thee. 
How  would  they  prize  thy  love  ! 

526  c.  M. 

LET  songs  of  praises  fill  the  sky! 
_/     Christ,  our  ascended  Lord, 
Sends  down  his  Spirit  from  on  high, 
Accordine:  to  his  word. 


1G6 


GOD. 


2  The  Spirit,  by  his  heavenly  breath, 

New  Hfe  creates  within  ; 
He  quickens  sinners  from  their  death 
Of  trespasses  and  sin. 

3  The  things  of  Christ  the  Spirit  takes. 

And  to  our  hearts  reveals; 
Our  bodies  he  his  temple  makes. 
And  our  redemption  seals. 

4  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  from  above, 

With  thy  celestial  fire  ; 
Come,  and  with  flames  of  zeal  and  love 
Our  hearts  and  tongues  inspire  ! 

COTTEKILL. 

S'^1  C.  M. 

1  \  T  7"  HY  should    the   children  of  a 

VV  King 

Go  mourning  all  their  days .'' 
Great  Comforter!  descend,  and  bring 
Some  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

2  Dost  thou  not  dwell  in  all  the  saints, 

And  seal  the  heirs  of  heaven  ? 
When  wilt  thou  banish  my  complaints, 
And  show  my  sins  forgiven  .'' 

3  Assure  my  conscience  of  her  part 

In  the  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
And  bear  thy  witness  with  my  heart 
That  I  am  born  of  God. 

4  Thou  art  the  earnest  of  his  love, 

The  pledge  of  joys  to  come  ; 
And  thy  soft  wings,  celestial  Dove, 
Wilt  safe  convey  me  home.        vvatts. 

528  c.M. 

NTHRONED  on  high,  Almighty 
Lord  ! 
The  Holy  Ghost  send  down ; 
Fulfill  in  us  thy  faithful  word, 
And  all  thy  mercies  crown. 


2  Though  on  our  heads  no  tongues  of 

fire 
Their  wondrous  powers  impart, 
Grant,  Saviour,  what  we  more  desire, 
Thy  Spirit  in  our  heart. 

3  Spirit  of  life,  and  light,  and  love, 

Thy  heavenly  influence  give  ; 
Quicken  our  souls,  our  guilt  remove, 
That  we  in  Christ  may  live. 

4  To  our  benighted  minds  reveal 

The  glories  of  his  grace, 
And  bring  us  where  no  clouds  conceal 
The  brightness  of  his  face. 

5  His  love  within  us  shed  abroad, 

Life's  ever-springing  well ; 
Till  God  in  us,  and  we  in  God, 
In  love  eternal  dwell. 

529  C.M. 

1  O  PIRIT  of  power  and  might,  be- 
O         hold 

A  world  by  sin  destroyed ! 
Creator  Spirit,  as  of  old, 
INIove  on  the  formless  void. 

2  Give  thou  the  word  :  that  healing  sound 

Shall  quell  the  deadly  strife, 
And  earth  again,  like  Eden  crowned, 
Produce  the  tree  of  life. 

3  If  sang  the  morning  stars  for  joy 

When  nature  rose  to  view, 
What  strains  will  angel  harps  employ 
When  thou  shalt  all  renew  ! 

4  And  if  the  sons  of  God  rejoice 

To  hear  a  Saviour's  name, 
How   will   the    ransomed    raise    their 
voice. 
To  whom  that  Saviour  came  ! 


HO  L  V    SPIRIT. 


167 


5  Lo  !  every  kindred,  tongue,  and  tribe, 
Assembling  round  the  tlirone, 
The  new  creation  shall  ascribe 
To  sovereign  love  alone. 

Montgomery. 

530  CM. 

1  'nr^HE  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 

X        Or  cast  away  his  own  ; 
And  yet,  when  we  his  Spirit  grieve. 
His  comforts  are  withdrawn. 

2  If  noisy  war,  or  strife,  abound. 

We  grieve  the  peaceful  Dove  ; 
His  gracious  aid  is  ever  found 
In  paths  of  truth  and  love. 

3  Should  we  indulge  one  secret  sin. 

Or  disregard  his  laws. 
His  succors  and  support,  within, 
The  Spirit,  vexed,  withdraws. 

4  Forbid  it,  gracious  Lord,  that  we. 

Who,  from  thy  hand,  receive 
The  Spirit's  power  to  make  us  free. 
Should  e'er  that  Spirit  grieve. 

SZ^  CM. 

1  "IV  T  OT   all    the    outward  forms  on 
1  >|  earth, 

Nor  rites  that  God  has  given, 
Nor  will  of  man,  nor  blood,  nor  birth. 
Can  raise  a  soul  to  heaven. 

2  The  sovereign  will  of  God  alone 

Creates  us  heirs  of  grace, 
Born  in  the  image  of  his  Son, 
A  new,  peculiar  race. 

3  The  Spirit,  like  some  heavenly  wind. 

Breathes  on  the  sons  of  flesh, 
Creates  anew  the  carnal  mind. 
And  forms  the  man  afresh. 


4  Our  quickened  souls  awake  and  rise 
From  their  long  sleep  of  death  ; 
On  heavenly  things  we  fix  our  eyes. 
And  praise  employs  our  breath. 


532 


Watts. 


C  M. 


1  /^  HOLY  SPIRIT,  Fount  of  Love, 
V_>/     Blest  Source  of  gifts  divine, 
Kindle,  we  pray  thee,  from  above, 

The  inmost  souls  of  thine. 

2  Bond  of  the  sacred  Trinity, 

Knit  thou  our  hearts  in  one, 
To  know  the  blessed  unity 
Of  Father  and  of  Son ! 

3  Shed  in  each  faithful  heart  abroad 

Love  that  doth  all  excel; 
That  God  in  us  and  we  in  God 
For  evermore  may  dwell. 

SZZ  C  M. 

1  T  TOW  helpless  guilty  nature  lies, 
XjL     Unconscious  of  its  load  ! 
The  heart,  unchanged,  can  never  rise, 

To  happiness  and  God. 

2  Can  aught,  beneath  a  power  divine. 

The  stubborn  will  subdue  ? 
'Tis  thine,  almighty  Spirit  !  thine. 
To  form  the  heart  anew. 

3  'Tis  thine,  the  passions  to  recall, 

And  upward  bid  them  rise ; 
To  make  the  scales  of  error  fall, 
From  reason's  darkened  eyes  ; — 

4  To  chase  the  shades  of  death  away, 

And  bid  the  sinner  live  ; 
A  beam  of  heaven,  a  vital  ray, 
'Tis  thine  alone  to  give. 

Steele. 


168 


GOD. 


534 


S.  M. 


1  T  ORD  God  the  Holy  Ghost, 
J /     In  this  accepted  hour, 

As  oil  the  day  of  Pentecost, 
Descend  in  all  thy  power  ! 

2  We  meet  with  one  accord 

In  our  appointed  place, 
And  wait  the  promise  of  our  Lord, 
The  Spirit  of  all  grace. 

3  Like  mighty  rushing  wind 

Upon  the  waves  beneath, 
Move  with  one  impulse  every  mind. 
One  soul,  one  feeling  breathe. 

4  The  young,  the  old,  inspire 

With  wisdom  from  above, 
And  give  us  hearts  and  tongues  of  fire 
To  pray,  and  praise,  and  love. 

5  Spirit  of  Truth,  be  thou 

In  life  and  death  our  Guide ! 
O  Spirit  of  adoption,  now 
May  we  be  sanctified 


szs 


Montgomery. 


S.  M. 


1  T~\ESCEND,  immortal  Dove, 

I   }      Spread  thy  kind  wings  abroad; 
And  wrapt  in  flames  of  holy  love 
Bear  all  my  soul  to  God. 

2  Jesus,  my  Lord,  reveal 

In  charms  of  grace  divine, 
And  be  thyself  the  sacred  seal 
That  pearl  of  price  is  mine. 

3  Behold,  my  heart  expands    " 

To  catch  the  heavenly  fire, 
It  longs  to  feel  the  gentle  bands, 
And  groans  with  strong  desire. 


4  Thy  love,  my  God,  appears, 
And  brings  salvation  down, 
My  cordial  through  this  \ale  of  tears, 
In  Paradise  my  crown. 


DODDKIDCE. 


S.  M- 


1  'THPIE  Holy  Ghost  is  here, 

X       Where  saints  in  prayer  agree; 
As  Jesus'  parting  gift,  he's  near 
Each  pleading  company. 

2  Not  far  away  is  he. 

To  be  by  prayer  brought  nigh ; 
But  here  in  present  majesty, 
As  in  his  courts  on  high. 

3  He  dwells  within  our  soul. 

An  ever-welcome  Guest ; 
He  reigns  with  absolute  control 
As  Monarch  in  the  breast. 

4  Our  bodies  are  his  shrine. 

And  he  th'  indwelling  Lord  : 
All  hail,  thou  Comforter  divine  ! 
Be  evermore  adored. 

5  Obedient  to  thy  will, 

We  wait  to  feel  thy  power  ; 
O  Lord  of  life,  our  hopes  fulfill. 
And  bless  this  hallowed  hour. 

SPURGEON. 

Sdl  S.  M. 

'PIRIT  of  faith  come  down. 
Reveal  the  things  of  God, 
And  make  to  us  the  Godhead  known, 
And  witness  with  the  blood. 

2  No  man  can  truly  say 

That  Jesus  is  the  Lord, 
Unless  thou  take  the  veil  away, 
And  breathe  the  living  word. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 


169 


3  Then,  only  then,  we  feel 

Oui"  interest  in  his  blood, 
And  cry,  with  joy  unspeakable, 
"Thou  art  my  Lord,  my  God  1" 

4  Oh  that  the  world  might  know 

The  all-atoning  Lamb  ! 
Spirit  of  foith,  descend,  and  show 
The  virtue  of  his  name. 


538 


S.  M. 


I    i^^OME,  Holy  Spirit, 
\.^     Let  thv  bright  be 


come, 
beams  arise, 
Dispel  the  sorrow  from  our  minds, 
The  darkness  from  our  eyes. 

2  Revive  our  drooping  faith. 

Our  doubts  and  fears  remove, 
And  kindle  in  our  breasts  the  flame 
Of  never-dying  love. 

3  Convince  us  of  our  sin, 

Then  lead  to  Jesus'  blood, 
And  to  our  wondering  view  reveal 
The  secret  love  of  God. 

4  Show  us  that  loving  One 

Who  rules  the  courts  of  bliss. 
The  Lord  of  Hosts,  the  Mighty  God, 
The  Eternal  Prince  of  Peace. 

5  'Tis  thine  to  cleanse  the  heart, 

To  sanctify  the  soul. 
To  pour  fresli  life  in  every  part, 
And  new-create  the  whole. 

6  Dwell,  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 

Our  minds  from  bondage  free ; 
Then  we   shall  know,  and  praise,  and 
love 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Thee  ! 

Hart. 


539 


S.  M. 


1  "j3  LEST  Comforter  Divine, 

i)      Let  rays  of  heavenly  love 
Amid  our  gloom  and  darkness  shine, 
And  guide  our  souls  above. 

2  Draw  us  with  still  small  voice, 

From  every  sinful  wa)'. 
And  bid  the  mourning  saint  rejoice, 
Though  earthly  joys  decay.  ' 

3  By  thine  inspiring  breath 

Make  every  cloud  of  care. 
And  e'en  the  gloomy  vale  of  death, 
A  smile  of  glory  wear. 

4  Oh  fill  thou  every  heart 

With  love  to  all  our  race  ! 
Great  Comforter,  to  us  impart 
These  blessings  of  thy  grace. 

540  S.  M. 

1  ''nr^IS  God,  the  Spirit,  leads 

X        In  paths  before  unknown  ; 
The  work  to  be  performed  is  ours. 
The  strength  is  all  his  own. 

2  Supported  by  his  grace. 

We  still  pursue  our  way  ; 
And  hope  at  last  to  reach  the  prize, 
Secure  in  endless  day. 

3  'Tis  he  that  works  to  will, 

'Tis  he  that  works  to  do  ; 
His  is  the  power  by  which  we  act, 
His  be  the  glory  too.  Beddome. 


541 


S.  M. 


I  'nr^HE  Comforter  has  come, 
JL       We  feel  his  presence  here, 
Our  hearts  would  now  no  longer  roam. 
But  bow  in  filial  fear. 


170 


GOD. 


2  This  tenderness  of  love, 

This  hush  of  solemn  power, — 
'Tis  heaven  descending  from  above, 
To  fill  this  favored  hour. 

3  Earth's  darkness  all  has  fled, 

Heaven's  light  serenely  shines, 
And  every  heart,  divinely  led. 
To  holy  thought  inclines. 

4  No  more  let  sin  deceive. 

Nor  earthly  cares  betray, 
Oh,  let  us  never,  never  grieve 
The  Comforter  away ! 


54^ 


S.  M. 


1  /'"^OME,  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
V_-^  Thy  grace  is  unconfined  ; 
Dispel  the  gloomy  shades  of  night, 

The  darkness  of  the  mind. 

2  Now  to  our  eyes  display 

The  truth  thy  words  reveal ; 
Cause  us  to  run  the  heavenly  way, 
Delighting  in  thy  will. 

3  Thy  teachings  make  us  know 

The  mysteries  of  thy  love, 
The  vanity  of  things  below, 
The  joy  of  things  above. 

4  While  through  this  maze  we  stray, 

Oh,  spread  thy  beams  abroad  ! 
Disclose  the  dangers  of  the  way, 
And  guide  our  steps  to  God. 


543 


S.  M. 


I    i'^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  come, 
V_^     With  energy  divine  ; 
And  on  this  poor  benighted  soul 
With  beams  of  mercy  shine. 


2  Oh  !  melt  this  frozen  heart ; 

This  stubborn  will  subdue  ; 
Each  evil  passion  overcome, 
And  form  me  all  anew. 

3  Mine  will  the  profit  be. 

But  thine  shall  be  the  praise  ; 
And  unto  thee  will  I  devote 
The  remnant  of  my  days. 


544 


Beddome. 


7s. 


1  r^  RACIOUS  Spirit,  Love  divine  ! 
V_X   Let  thy  light  within  me  shine; 
All  my  guilty  fears  remove, 

Fill  me  full  of  heaven  and  love. 

2  Speak  thy  pardoning  grace  to  me, 
Set  the  burdened  sinner  free  ; 
Lead  me  to  the  Lamb  of  God, 
Wash  me  in  his  precious  blood. 

3  Life  and  peace  to  me  impart, 
Seal  salvation  on  my  heart ; 
Breathe  thyself  into  my  breast, — 
Earnest  of  immortal  rest. 

4  Let  me  never  from  thee  stray. 
Keep  me  in  the  narrow  way ; 
Fill  my  soul  with  love  divine, 
Keep  me.  Lord,  forever  thine. 


545 


Stocker. 


7s. 


1  T  T  OLY  Spirit !  Lord  of  light ! 

J.   X    From  thy  clear  celestial  height. 
Come,  thou  Light  of  all  that  live  ! 
Thy  pure  beaming  radiance  give ! 

2  Come,  thou  hope  of  all  the  poor ! 
Come  with  treasures  which  endure  ; 
Thou,  of  all  consolers  best, 
Visitinjr  the  troubled  breast. 


HOLY    SPIRIT. 


171 


3  Thou  in  toil  art  comfort  sweet ; 
Pleasant  coolness  in  the  heat ; 
Solace  in  the  midst  of  woe  ; 
Dost  refreshing  peace  bestow. 

4  Light  immortal !  light  divine  ! 
Visit  thou  these  hearts  of  thine  ; 
If  thou  take  thy  grace  away, 
Nothing  pure  in  man  will  stay. 

5  Heal   our   wounds — our   strength   re- 

new ; 
On  our  dryness  pour  thy  dew ; 
Wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away ; 
Guide  the  steps  that  go  astray. 

6  Give  us  comfort  when  we  die  ; 
Give  us  life  with  thee  on  high ; 
In  thy  gracious  gifts  descend  ; 
Give  us  joys  which  never  end. 


546 


7s. 

1  T  T  OLY  Ghost !  with  light  divine, 
XJ.    Shine  upon  this  heart  of  mine  ; 

Chase  the  shades  of  night  away, 
Turn  my  darkness  into  day. 

2  Holy  Ghost !  with  power  di\ine, 
Cleanse  this  guilty  heart  of  mine  ; 
Long  hath  sin,  without  control, 
Held  dominion  o'er  my  soul. 

3  Holy  Ghost !  with  joy  divine. 
Cheer  this  saddened  heart  of  mine  ; 
Bid  my  many  woes  depart, 

Heal  my  wounded,  bleeding  heart. 

4  Holy  Spirit!  all  divine. 

Dwell  within  this  heart  of  mine  ; 
Cast  down  every  idol-throne. 
Reign  supreme — and  reign  alone. 

Reed. 


5+7 


7s. 


T  T  OLY  Spirit !  in  my  breast, 


Grant   that    lively   faith    may 
rest, 
And  subdue  each  rebel  thought 
To  believe  what  thou  hast  taught. 

2  When  around  my  sinking  soul 
Gathering  waves  of  sorrow  roll, 
Spirit  blest,  the  tempest  still, 
And  with  hope  my  bosom  fill. 

3  Holy  Spirit,  from  my  mind 
Thought  and  wish  and  will  unkind, 
Deed  and  word  unkind  remove, 
And  my  bosom  fill  with  love. 

4  Faith,  and  Hope,  and  Charity, 
Comforter,  descend  from  thee  ; 
Thou  the  Anointing  Spirit  art. 
These  thy  gifts  to  us  impart. 

5  Till  our  faith  be  lost  in  sight, 
Hope  be  swallowed  in  delight, 
And  love  return  to  dwell  with  thee. 
In  the  threefold  Deity  ' 


Richard  Manx. 


548 


7s. 


1  T  T  OLY  Spirit,  from  on  high, 
Xj.    Bend  o'er  us  a  pitying  eye  ; 

Now  refresh  the  drooping  heart ; 
Bid  the  power  of  sin  depart. 

2  Light  up  every  dark  recess 
Of  our  heart's  ungodliness  ; 
Show  us  every  devious  way 
Where  our  steps  have  gone  astray. 

3  Teach  us,  with  repentant  grief. 
Humbly  to  implore  relief; 
Then  the  Saviour's  blood  reveal, 
And  our  broken  spirits  heal. 


172 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


4  May  we  daily  grow  in  grace, 
Aiul  pursue  the  heavenly  race, 
Trained  in  wisdom,  led  by  love, 
Till  we  reach  our  rest  above. 


54-9 


Eathurst. 


7s. 


HOLY  Spirit,  source  of  light, 
We  invoke  thy  kindling  ray 
Dawn  upon  our  spirit's  night, 
Turn  our  darkness  into  day. 

To  the  anxious  soul  impart 
Hope,  all  other  hopes  above ; 


Stir  the  dull  and  hardened  heart 
With  a  longing  and  a  love. 

3  Give  the  struggling  peace  for  strife, 

Give      the      doubting      light      for 
gloom  ; 
Speed  the  living  into  life. 

Warn  the  dying  of  their  doom. 

4  Work  in  all,  in  all  renew. 

Day  by  day,  the  life  divine  ; 
All  our  wills  to  thee  subdue, 
All  our  hearts  to  thee  incline. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


S^^  L.   M. 

HY   will   ye  waste  on  trilling 
cares 
That    life   which    God's    compassion 

spares. 
While,  in  the  various  range  of  thought, 
The  one  thing  needful  is  forgot? 

2  Shall  God  invite  you  from  above  } 
Shall  Jesus  urge  his  dying  love? 
Shall   troubled    conscience   give    you 

pain? 
And  all  these  pleas  unite  in  vain  ? 

3  Not  so  your  eyes  will  always  view 
Those  objects  which  you  now  pursue  ; 
Not  so  will  heaven  and  hell  appear. 
When  death's  decisive  hour  is  near. 


4  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  impart; 
Fix  deep  conviction  on  each  heart; 
Nor  let  us  waste  on  trifling  cares 
That  life  which  thy  compassion  spares. 

Doddridge, 

S^"^  •  L.M. 

AN  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires  ; 
He  burns  within  with  restless 
fires  ; 
Tossed  to  and  fro,  his  passions  fly 
From  vanity  to  vanity. 

2   In  vain  on  earth  we  hope  to  find 
Some  solid  good  to  fill  the  mind  ; 
We  trv  new  pleasures,  but  we  feel 
The     inward     thirst     and      torment 
still. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


173 


N 


Great  God,  subdue  this  vicious  thirst, 
This  love  to  vanity  and  dust ; 
Cure  the  wild  fever  of  the  mind, 
And  feed  our  souls  with  joys  refined. 

Watts. 

OT  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men, 
Did  Christ,  the  Son  of  God, 
appear : 
No  weapons  in  his  hands  are  seen. 
No  flaming  sword  nor  thunder  there. 

2  Such  was  the  pity  of  our  God, 

He  loved  the  race  of  man  so  well. 
He  sent  his  Son  to  bear  our  load 
Of  sins,  and  save  our  souls  from  hell. 

3  Sinners,  believe  the  Saviour's  word  ; 

Trust  in  his  mighty  name,  and  live  ; 
A  thousand  joys  his  lips  afford, 

His    hands   a   thousand    blessings 

give.  Watts. 

S^Z  L.  M. 

1  /''^OME,  weary  souls,  v/ith  sins  dis- 
V_^         tressed, 

Come,  and  accept  the  promised  rest; 
The  Saviour's  gracious  call  obey. 
And  cast  your  gloomy  fears  away. 

2  Oppressed  with  guilt — a  painful  load — 
Oh,  come  and  bow  before  your  God  ! 
Divine  compassion,  mighty  love. 

Will  all  that  painful  load  remove. 

3  Here  mercy's  boundless  ocean  flows. 
To  cleanse  your  guilt  and  heal  your 

woes  ; 
Pardon,  and  life,  and  endless  peace — 
How  rich  the  gift,  how  free  the  grace  ! 

Steele. 


C' 


S^\  L.  M. 

is   the    time    to    serve    the 

Lord, 

'I'he  time  t'  insure  the  great  reward  ; 
And  while  the  lamp  holds  out  to  burn, 
The  vilest  sinner  may  return. 

:  The  living  know  that  they  must  die  ; 
But  all  the  dead  forgotten  lie  ; 
Their   memory  and    their   sense   are 

gone, 
Alike  unknowing  and  unknown. 

,  Then  what  my  thoughts  design  to  do, 
My  hands,  with  all  your  might  pursue. 
Since  no  device,  nor  work,  is  found, 
Nor    faith,    nor    hope,    beneath    the 

ground. 
There  are  no  acts  of  pardon  passed 
In  the  cold  grave  to  which  we  haste  ; 
But  darkness,  death,  and  long  despair 
Reign  in  eternal  silence  there. 

VVatts. 

SSS  L.  M. 

GOD  of  eternity,  from  thee 
Did    infant    Time    its    being 
draw ; 
Moments,  and  days,  and  months,  and 
years, 
Revolve,  by  thine  unvaried  law. 
Silent  and  slow,  they  glide  away ; 

Steady  aad  strong  the  current  flows, 
Lost  in  eternity's  wide  sea — 

The  boundless  gulf  from  whence  it 
rose. 
With  it  the  thoughtless  sons  of  men 
Before  the  rapid  stream  are  borne 
On  to  that  everlasting  home, 

Whence  not  one  soul  can  e'er  return. 


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WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


4  Great    Source   of  wisdom,    teach  my 
heart 
To  know  the  price  of  every  hour, 
That  time  may  bear  me  on  to  joys 
Beyond  its  measure  and  its  power. 


Doddridge. 


5S6 


L.  M. 
.  ROAD  is  the  road  that  leads  to 
death, 

And  thousands  walk  together  there  ; 
But  wisdom  shows  a  narrow  path, 
With  here  and  there  a  traveler. 

2  "  Deny  thyself  and  take  thy  cross," — 

Is  the  Redeemer's  great  command  : 

Nature  must  count  her  gold  but  dross, 

If  she  would  gain  this  heavenly  land. 

3  The  fearful  soul  that  tires  and  faints, 

And  walks  the  ways  of  God  no  more, 
Is  but  esteemed  almost  a  saint, 

And  makes  his  own  destruction  sure. 

4  Lord  !  let  not  all  my  hopes  be  vain  : 

Create  my  heart  entirely  new : 
Which  hypocrites  could  ne'er  attain. 
Which  false  apostates  never  knew. 

Watts. 


E 


S^l  L.  M. 

TERNITY  is  just  at  hand  ! 
And  shall   I   waste  my  ebbing 
sand. 
And  careless  view  departing  day. 
And  throw  my  inch  of  time  away? 

2  Eternity  ! — tremendous  sound  ! 
To  guilty  souls  a  dreadful  wound  ; 
But  oh,  if  Christ  and  heaven  be  mine, 
How  sweet  the  accents]  how  divine  ! 


3  What  countless  millions  of  mankind 
Have  left  this  fleeting  world  behind ! 
They're  gone  !  but  where  ? — ah,  pause 

and  see ! 
Gone  to  a  long  eternity. 

4  Sinner  !  canst  thou  forever  dwell 
In  all  the  fiery  deeps  of  hell  ? 

Has  death  no  warning  sound  for  thee  ? 
Oh  !  turn,  and  to  the  Saviour  flee. 


558 


L.  M. 

WAKE,  awake,  each  drov/sy  soul ! 

Awake  and   view   the    setting 

sun  ! 

See  how  the  shades  of  death  advance, 

Ere  half  the  task  of  life  is  done. 

2  Soon  will  he  close  all  drowsy  eyes, 

Nor  shall  we   hear  these  warnings 
more  ; 
Soon  will  the  mighty  Judge  approach  ; 
E'en  now  he  stands  before  the  door. 

3  To-day,  attend  his  gracious  voice  ! 

This   is    the    summons    which    he 
sends — 
"  Awake  !  for  on  this  passing  hour 
Thy  long  eternity  depends." 

HiGGINBOTHAM. 


E 


559  L.M. 

TERNITY!  Eternity! 
How  long  art  thou.  Eternity ! 
As  in  a  ball's  concentric  round 
Nor  starting-point  nor  end  is  found ; 

2  So  thou.  Eternity,  so  vast. 
No  entrance  and  no  exit  hast ; 
Mark  well,  O  man.  Eternity  ! 
Eternity !  Eternity  ! 

COXE,    FROM    THE    GERMAN. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


175 


56 


O 


L.  M. 

1  T3EHOLD    the   path   that   mortals 
J3  tread 

Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead  ! 
Nor  will  the  fleeting  moments  stay, 
Nor  can  we  measure  back  our  way. 

2  Our  kindred  and  our  friends  are  gone ; 
Know,   O  my  soul,  this   doom   thine 

own  : 
Feeble  as  theirs,  my  mortal  frame, 
The  same  my  way,  my  house  the  same. 

561  L.  M. 

1  "\  ^  7"  HILE  life  prolongs  its  precious 

VV  light, 

Mercy  is  found,  and  peace  is  given  ; 
But  soon,  ah  !  soon,  approaching  night 
Shall  blot  out  every  hope  of  heaven. 

2  While  God  invites,  how  blest  the  day ! 

How  sweet  the  gospel's   charming 

sound  ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away. 
While   yet  a  pardoning  God    he's 

found. 

3  Soon,  borne  on  time's  most  rapid  wing, 

Shall   death  command  you   to   the 
grave, 
Before  his  bar  your  spirits  bring. 
And  none  be  found  to  hear  or  save. 

4  In  that  lone  land  of  deep  despair 

No   Sabbath's   heavenly  light  shall 
rise  ; 
No  God  regard  your  bitter  prayer. 
Nor  Saviour  call  you  to  the  skies. 


5   Now  God  invites — how  blest  the  day  ! 
How  sweet   the   gospel's  charming 
sound ! 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  yet  a  pardoning  God  is  found. 

DwiGHT. 

I  'T^HAT  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful 


day. 
When   heaven    and   earth   shall   pass 

away,  , 

What  power  shall  be  the  sinner's  stay  ? 
How  shall  he  meet  that  dreadful  day  ? 

2  When,  shriveling  like  a  parched  scroll, 
The  flaming  heavens  together  roll  ; 
When,  louder  yet,  and  yet  more  dread. 
Swells  the  high  trump  that  wakes  the 

dead ; 

3  Oh,  on  that  day,  that  dreadful  day. 
When  man  to  judgment  wakes  from 

clay. 
Be  thou,  O  Christ,  the  sinner's  stay. 
Though  heaven  and  earth  shall  pass 

away. 


Sir  Walter  Scott. 


S^Z 


L.  M. 

1  T~)  ETURN,  O  wanderer,  return, 
XV     And  seek  thine  injured  Father's 

f.ice  ; 
Those  new  desires  that  in  thee  burn. 
Were  kindled  by  reclaiming  grace. 

2  Return,  O  wanderer,  return, 

And  seek  a  Father's  melting  heart ; 
His  pitying  eyes  thy  grief  discern, 
His  heavenly  balm  shall  heal  thy 
smart. 


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WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


3  Return,  O  wanderer,  return. 

Thy  dying  Saviour  bids  thee  live  ; 
Go,  view  his  bleeding  side,  and  learn 
How  freely  Jesus  can  forgive. 

COLLYER. 

564  L.  M. 

1  O  INNER,  oh,  why  so   thoughtless 
w3  grown ! 

Why  in  such  dreadful  haste  to  die  ! 
Daring  to  leap  to  worlds  unknown, 
Heedless  against  thy  God  to  fly  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  despise  eternal  flite. 

Urged  on  by  sin's  fantastic  dreams? 
Madly  attempt  th'  infernal  gate 

And  force  thy  passage  to  the  flames  ? 

3  Stay,  sinner !  on  the  Gospel  plains. 

Behold  the  God  of  love  unfold 
The  glories  of  his  dying  pains. 
Forever  telling,  yet  untold. 


565 


L.  M. 

1  /'"^H,  do  not  let  the  word  depart, 
V_^     And  close  thine  eyes  against 

the  light  ; 
Poor  sinner,  harden  not  thy  heart: 
Thou  wouldst   be    saved  ;  why  r»ot 
to-night  ? 

2  To-morrow's  sun  may  never  rise 

To  bless  thy  long-deluded  sight ; 
This  is  the  time  ;  oh,  then  be  wise  ! 
Thou  wouldst   be   saved ;  why  not 
to-night  ? 

3  Our  God  in  pity  lingers  still ; 

And  wilt  thou  thus  his  love  requite? 
Renounce  at  length  thy  stubborn  will : 
Thou  wouldst  be  saved  ;   why  not 
to-night  ? 


4  The  world  has  nothing  left  to  give — 

It  has  no  new,  no  pure  delight; 
Oh  !  try  the  life  which  Christians  live; 
Thou   wouldst  be   saved ;   why  not. 
to-niglit  ? 

5  Our  blessed  Lord  refuses  none 

Who  would  to  him  their  souls  unite  ; 
Then  be  the  work  of  grace  begun  ! 
Thou   wouldst  be  saved ;   why  not 
to-ni2:ht? 


566 


L.  M. 

1  T  F  thou  dost  truly  seek  to  live 

J.    With  all  the  joys  that  life  can  give ; 
If  thy  young  feet  would  gladly  press 
The  ways  of  peace  and  happiness ; 

2  Go  thou,  with  fresh  and  fervent  love, 
To  him  who  dwells  in  light  above, 
Who  sees  ten  thousand  sons  obey 
Yet  listens  when  the  lowly  pray. 

3  Cling  thou  to  Jesus  foithfully, 

As  vines  embrace  their  guardian  tree  ; 

Nor  foil  in  this  thy  day  of  youth 

To  And  the  Way,  the  Life,  the  Truth  ; 

4  And  thou    shalt    breathe   in  this  low 

world. 
An  eagle  chained,  with  wings  unfurled, 
Prepared,  when  once   thy  bonds   are 

riven. 
To  soar  away,  and  flee  to  heaven. 


567 


L.  M. 


I    I^T  OW,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood, 

J.  N|     Remember  your  Creator,  God ; 

Behold !  the  months  come  hastening  on, 

When  you  shall  say,    "  My  joys    are 

cone." 


V/ARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


177 


2  Behold  !  the  aged  sinner  goes, 
Laden  with  guilt  and  heavy  woes, 
Down  to  the  regions  of  the  dead, 
With  endless  curses  on  his  head. 

3  Eternal  King  !  I  fear  thy  name  ; 
Teach  me  to  know  how  frail  I  am ; 
And  when  my  soul  must  hence  remove, 
Give  me  a  mansion  in  thy  love. 

Watts. 

^^^  L.M. 

1  O  AY,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 
vl3     Oft  whispered  to  thy  secret  soul, 
Urged  thee  to  leave  the  ways  of  sin. 

And  yield  thy  heart  to  God's  control  ? 

2  Hath  something  met  thee  in  the  path 

Of  worldliness  and  vanity. 
And  pointed  to  the  coming  wrath. 
And  warned  thee  from  that  wrath  to 
flee? 

3  Sinner,  it  was  a  heavenly  voice, 

It  was  the  Spirit's  gracious  call ; 
It  bade  thee  make  the  better  choice. 
And  haste  to  seek  in  Christ  thine  all. 

4  Spurn  not  the  call  to  life  and  light ; 

Regard  in  time  the  warning  kind  ; 
That  call  thou  mayest  not  always  slight. 
And  yet  the  gate  of  mercy  find. 

5  God's  Spirit  will  not  always  strive 

With  hardened,  self-destroying  man  ; 
Ye  who  persist  his  love  to  grieve. 
May  never  hear  his  voice  again. 

6  Sinner,  perhaps  this  ver}'  day 

Thy  last  accepted  time  may  be  ; 
Oh,    shouldst   thou   grieve   him    now 
away. 
Then  hope  may  never  beam  on  thee. 

HVDE. 

12 


569 


L.  M. 

COI^IE,    take     my    yoke,"     the 
Saviour  said, 
"  To  follow  me  be  not  afraid  ; 
For  I  in  heart  am  lowly,  meek, 
And  offer  you  the  rest  you  seek. 
"  The  yoke  of  pleasure  may  allure, 
And  promise  bliss  that  will  endure ; 
But  when  it  has  thy  youth  despoiled, 
'Twill  cast  thee  off  as  garment  soiled. 
"  Take  not  on  thee  the  yoke  of  wealth  ; 
'Twill  eat  thy  soul,  destroy  thy  healtli, 
And  make  thee  feel  how  cheap  the  cost 
If  worlds  could  buy  the  peace  it  lost ! . 

"  Ambition,  too,  its  yoke  displays, 
And  hangs  out  its  perennial  bays;  . 
Be  not,  poor  soul,  by  it  misled ; 
I  offer  thee  a  crown  instead. 
"  Then  take  my  yoke  :  'tis  soft  and  light, 
'Twill  ne'er  disturb  thy  rest  at  night, . 
But  bring  thee  to  that  world  above, 
Where  no  restraint  is  known  but  love." 

Sl^  L.M. 

I  HEAR  a  voice  that  comes  from  far ; 
From  Calvary  it  sounds  abroad  ; 
It  soothes  my  soul,  and  calms  my  fear  ; 
It   speaks   of  pardon  bought   with 
blood. 
And  is  it  true,  that  many  fly 

The  sound  that  bids  my  soul  rejoice  ; 
And  rather  choose  in  sin  to  die. 

Than  turn  an  ear  to  mercy's  voice  ! 
Alas,  for  those! — the  day  is  near, 

When  mercy  will  be  heard  no  more  ; 
Then  will  they  ask  in  vain  to  hear 

The  voice  they  would  not  heed  before. 

Keixt. 


1T8 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


B 


571  L.M. 

EHOLD  a  Stranger  at  the  door ! 
He  gently  knocks,  has  knock'd 
before  ; 
Has  waited  long — is  waiting  still : 
You  treat  no  other  friend  so  ill. 

2  Oh,  lovely  attitude,  he  stands 

With  melting  heart  and  loaded  hands  ! 
Oh,  matchless  kindness  !  and  he  shows 
This  matchless  kindness  to  his  foes  ; 

3  But  will  he  prove  a  friend  indeed? 
He  will  ;  the  very  friend  you  need : 
The  friend  of  sinners — yes,  'tis  he. 
With  garments  dyed  on  Calvary. 

4  Rise,  touch'd  with  gratitude  divine ; 
Turn  out  his  enemy  and  thine. 
That  soul-destroying  monster,  sin, 
And  let  the  heavenly  Stranger  in. 

5  Admit  him,  ere  his  anger  burn — 
His  feet  departed,  ne'er  return  : 
Admit  him,  or  the  hour  's  at  hand 
You  '11  at  his  door  rejected  stand. 


572 


Gregg. 


L.  M. 


1  /''^OME  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls  ! 
V^^     Ye  heavy-laden  sinners,  come ! 

I'll  give  you  rest  from  all  your  toils. 
And  raise  you  to  my  heavenly  home. 

2  They  shall  find  rest  who  learn  of  me, — 

I'm  of  a  meek  and  lowly  mind  ; 
But  passion  rages  like  the  sea, 
And  pride  is  restless  as  the  wind. 

3  Blessed  is  the  man,  whose  shoulders 

take 
My  yoke,  and  bear  it  with  delight  • 


My  yoke  is  easy  to  his  neck. 

My  grace  shall   make  the   burden 
light. 

4  Jesus  !  we  come  at  thy  command  ; 
With  faith,  and  hope,  and  humble 
zeal, 
Resign  our  spirits  to  thy  hand. 

To  mould  and  guide  us  at  thy  will. 


Sll> 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


1  /~^  OD  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  hear? 
VJT   Earth's   pleasures   shall    I  still 

hold  dear  ? 
Shall    life's    swift    passing    years   all 

fly, 

And  still  my  soul  in  slumbers  lie  ! 

2  God  calling  yet !  shall  I  not  rise  ? 
Can  I  his  loving  voice  despise. 
And  basely  his  kind  care  repay  ? 
He  calls  me  still ;  can  I  delay  ? 

3  God     calling     yet !      and     shall     he 

knock. 
And  I  my  heart  the  closer  lock? 
He  still  is  waiting  to  receive. 
And  shall  I  dare  his  Spirit  grieve  ? 

4  God  calling  yet !  and  shall  I  give 
No  heed,  but  still  in  bondage  live  ? 
I  wait,  but  he  does  not  forsake  ; 
He  calls  me  still ;  my  heart,  awake  ! 

5  God  calling  yet !  I  cannot  stay ; 
My  heart  I  yield  without  delay  : 
Vain    world,    farewell !    from   thee   I 

part; 
The   voice  of  God  hath  reached  my 
heart.  Tersteegen. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


179 


574  CM. 

1  /^^  H !     what     amazing     words    of 
V }         grace 

Are  in  the  gospel  found, 
Suited  to  every  sinner's  case 
Who  hears  the  joyful  sound  ! 

2  Come,  then,  with  all  your  wants  and 

wounds, 
Your  every  burden  bring ; 
Here  love,  unchanging  love,  abounds, 
A  deep,  celestial  spring. 

3  This  spring  with  living  water  flows. 

And  heavenly  joy  imparts  ; 
Come,  thirsty  souls  !  your  wants  dis- 
close, 
And  drink,  with  thankful  hearts. 

4  Millions  of  sinners,  vile  as  you, 

Have  here  found  life  and  peace ; 
Come,  then,  and  prove  its  virtues  too. 
And  drink,  adore,  and  bless. 


SIS 


Medley. 


C.  M. 


1  ^  I  ^HE   King   of  heaven   his  table 

X  spreads. 

And  dainties  crown  the  board : 
Not  Paradise,  with  all  its  joys, 
Could  such  delight  afford. 

2  Ye  hungry  poor,  that  long  have  strayed 

In  sin's  dark  mazes,  come ; 
Come    from    your    most    obscure  re- 
treats. 
And  grace  shall  find  you  room. 

3  Millions  of  souls,  in  glory  now, 

Were  fed  and  feasted  here  ; 
And  millions  more,  still  on  the  way. 
Around  the  board  appear. 


4  Yet  are  his  house  and  heart  so  large, 

That  millions  more  may  come  ; 
Nor  could  the  whole  assembled  world 
O'erfill  the  spacious  room. 

5  All  things  are  ready;  come  away. 

Nor  weak  excuses  frame  : 
Come,  taste  the  dainties  of  the  feast. 
And  bless  the  Master's  name. 

Doddridge. 

Sl^  CM. 

1  T  ET  every  mortal  ear  attend, 
J J     And  every  heart  rejoice  ; 

The  trumpet  of  the  gospel  sounds, 
With  an  inviting  voice. 

2  Ho  !  all  ye  hungry,  starving  souls, 

That  feed  upon  the  wind. 
And  vainly  strive  with  earthly  toys 
To  fill  th'  immortal  mind, — 

3  Eternal  wisdom  has  prepared 

A  soul-reviving  feast. 
And  bids  your  longing  appetites 
The  rich  provision  taste. 

4  Ho  !  ye  that  pant  for  living  streams. 

And  pine  away  and  die — 
Here   you   may   quench   your  raging 
thirst 
With  springs  that  never  dry. 

5  The  happy  gates  of  gospel  grace 

Stand  open  night  and  day  ; — 
Lord,  we  are  come  to  seek  supplies, 
And  drive  our  wants  away. 

Watts. 

Sll  CM. 

I  'T^HE  Saviour  calls ;  let  every  ear 
X       Attend  the  heavenly  sound  ; 
Ye  doubting  souls,  dismiss  your  fear ; 
Hope  smiles  reviving  round. 


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WARNING    AND    INVITATION'. 


2  For  every  thirsty,  longing  heart, 

Here  streams  of  bounty  flow, 
And  life,  and  health,  and  bliss  impart, 
To  banish  mortal  woe. 

3  Ye  sinners,  come  ;  'tis  mercy's  voice  ; 

That  gracious  voice  obey  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  calls  to  heavenly  joys  ; 
And  can  you  yet  delay  ? 

4  Dear  Saviour,  draw  reluctant  hearts  ; 

To  thee  let  sinners  fly, 
And  take  the  bliss  thy  love  imparts. 
And  drink,  and  never  die. 


A^ 


578 


Steele. 


C.  M. 


MAZING    sight !      the     Saviour 
stands 

And  knocks  at  every  door  ! 
Ten  thousand  blessings  in  his  hands, 
To  satisfy  the  poor. 

2  "  Behold,"  he  saith,  "  I  bleed  and  die 

To  bring  you  to  my  rest : 
Hear,  sinners,  while  I'm  passing  by, 
And  be  forever  blest. 

3  "Will  you  despise  my  bleeding  love. 

And  choose  the  way  to  hell  ? 
Or  in  the  glorious  realms  above, 
With  me,  forever  dwell  t 

4  "  Say,  will  you  hear  my  gracious  voice, 

And  have  your  sins  forgiven  t 
Or  will  you  make  that  wretched  choice. 
And  bar  yourselvfes  from  heaven  ?  " 

579  CM. 

ND  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend 
To  visit  sinful  worms? 
Thus  at  the  door  shall  Mercy  StancJ, 
In  all  her  winning  forms  ? 


2  Surprising     grace!  —  and     shall     my 

heart 
Unmoved  and  cold  remain  ? 
Has  it  no  soft,  no  tender  part } 
Must  Mercy  plead  in  vain  ? 

3  Shall  Jesus  for  admission  sue, 

His  charming  voice  unheard? 
And  shall  my  heart,  his  rightful  due, 
Remain  forever  barf.ed .'' 

4  O  Lord,  exert  thy  conquering  grace  ; 

Thy  mighty  power  display  : 
One  beam  of  glory  from  thy  face 
(^an  melt  my  sin  away. 


Steele. 

O  C.  M. 

I     B  NQUIRE,    ye   pilgrims!    for   the 


58' 


I 


way 

That  leads  to  Zion's  hill, 
And  thither  set  your  steady  face. 
With  a  determined  will. 

2  Oh  1  come,  and  to  his  temple  haste, 

And  seek  his  favor  there  ; 
Before  his  footstool  humbly  bow, 
And  pour  your  fervent  prayer. 

3  Oh !  come  and  join  your  souls  to  God 

In  everlasting  bands  ; 
Accept  the  blessings  he  bestows, 
With  thankful  hearts  and  hands. 

Doddridge. 


581  CM. 

1  C*  EE,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord, 
O      A  barren  fig-tree  stands  ; 

It  yields  no  fruil,  no  blossom  bears. 
Though  planted  by  his  hands. 

2  From  year  to  year  the  tree  he  views. 

And  still  no  fruit  is  found  ; 


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Then  "  cut  it  down,"  the  Lord  com- 
mands, 
"  Why  cumbers  it  the  ground  ? " 
3  But  lo  !  the  gracious  Saviour  pleads  : 
"  The  barren  fig-tree  spare. 
Another  year  in  mercy  wait, 
It  yet  may  bloom  and  bear." 


582 


C.  M. 

1  /~^OME,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast; 
V.^     Oh,  come  without  delay  ! 

For  there  is  room  in  Jesus'  breast 
For  all  who  will  obey. 

2  There's  room  in  God's  eternal  love 

To  save  thy  precious  soul  ; 
Room  in  the  Spirit's  grace  above 
To  heal  and  make  thee  whole. 

3  There's  room   within  the   church,  re- 

deemed 
With  blood  of  Christ  divine  ; 
Room  in  the  white-robed  throng,  con- 
vened 
For  that  dear  soul  of  thine. 

4  There's    room   in  heaven    among  the 

choir, 
And  harps  and  crowns  of  gold, 
And  glorious  palms  of  victory  there. 
And  joys  that  ne'er  were  told. 


"  The  soul  that  longs  to  see  my  face, 

Is  sure  my  love  to  gain  ; 
And  those  ihat  early  seek  my  grace. 

Shall  never  seek  in  vain." 

Doddridge. 


R' 


584 


C.  M. 
EPENT  !  "    the  voice  celestial 
cries  ; 
No  longer  dare  delay: 
The  soul  that  scorns  the  mandate  dies. 
And  meets  a  fiery  day. 

No  more  the  sovereign  eye  of  God 
O'erlooks  the  crimes  of  men; 

His  heralds  now  are  sent  abroad 
To  warn  the  world  of  sin. 

O  sinners,  in  his  presence  bow. 
And  all  your  guilt  confess  ; 

Accept  the  offered  Saviour  now, 
Nor  trifle  with  his  grace. 

Soon  will  the  awful  trumpet  sound, 

And  call  you  to  his  bar  ; 
His  mercy  knows  th'  appointed  bound. 

And  yields  to  justice  there. 


585 


Doddridge. 
C.   M. 


583 


Huntingdon. 


C.  M. 


1  '\7'E  hearts  with  joyful  vigor  warm, 

1        In  smiling  crowds  draw  near. 
And  turn  from  every  mortal  charm, 
A  Saviour's  voice  to  hear. 

2  He,  Lord  of  all  the  worlds  on  high, 

Stoops  to  converse  with  you  ; 
And  lays  his  radiant  glories  by. 
Your  friendship  to  pursue. 


I Y  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill. 
How  fair  the  lily  grows ! 
How  sweet  the   breath,   beneath   the 
hill. 
Of  Sharon's  dewy  rose  ! 

Lo  !  such  the  youth,  whose  early  feet 
The  paths  of  peace  have  trod — 

Whose    secret    heart,   with   influence 
sweet, 
Is  upward  drawn  to  God. 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill, 
The  lily  must  decay ; 


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The  rose,  that  blooms  beneath  the  hill, 
Must  shortly  fade  away. 

4  And  soon,  too  soon,  the  wintry  hour, 

Of  man's  maturer  age. 
May   shake    the   soul    with   sorrow's 
power, 
And  stormy  passion's  rage. 

5  O  thou,  whose  infancy  was  found 

With  heavenly  rays  to  shine, — 
Whose   years,  with  changeless  virtue 
crowned, 
Were  all  alike  divine, — 

6  Dependent  on  thy  bounteous  breath, 

We  seek  thy  grace  alone. 
In  childhood,  manhood,  and  in  death, 
To  keep  us  still  thine  own.       heber. 


586 


C.  M. 

1  T3  EMEMBER  thy  Creator  now, 
XV     In  these  thy  youthful  days  ; 

He  will  accept  thine  earliest  vow. 
And  listen  to  thy  praise. 

2  Remember  thy  Creator  now. 

Seek  him  while  he  is  near  ; 
For  evil  days  will  come,  when  thou 
Shalt  find  no  comfort  here. 

3  Remember  thy  Creator  now ; 

His  willing  servant  be  : 
Then,  when  thy  head  in  death  shall 
bow, 
He  will  remember  thee. 


I 


587 


C.  M. 

N    the   bright  morn  of  life,  when 
youth 

With  vital  ardor  glows. 
And  shines  in  all  the  fairest  charms 
That  beauty  can  disclose, 


2  Deep  in  thy  soul,  before  its  powers 

Are  yet  by  vice  enslaved. 

Be  thy  Creator's  glorious  name 

And  character  engraved  : 

3  Ere  yet  the  shades  of  sorrow  cloud 

The  sunshine  of  thy  days  ; 
And  cares,  and  toils,  in  endless  round 
Encompass  all  thy  ways  : 

4  Ere  yet  thy  heart  the  woes  of  age 

With  vain  regret  deplore, 
And  sadly  muse  on  former  joys, 
That  now  return  no  more. 

5  True  wisdom,  early  sought  and  gained, 

In  age  will  give  thee  rest ; 
Oh  then,  improve  the  morn  of  life, 
To  make  its  evening  blest ! 


588 


C.  M. 

1  ''  I  ^HAT  awful  day  will  surely  come, 

X        Th'  appointed     hour     makes 
haste — 
When  I  must  stand  before  my  Judge, 
And  pass  the  solemn  test. 

2  Thou  lovely  Chief  of  all  my  joys, 

Thou  Sovereign  of  my  heart. 
How  could  I  bear  to  hear  thy  voice 
Pronounce  the  sound  "  Depart !  " 

3  The  thunder  of  that  dismal  word 

Would  so  distress  my  ear, 
'Twould  tear  my  soul  asunder.  Lord, 
With  most  tormenting  fear. 

4  Oh,  wretched  state  of  deep  despair. 

To  see  my  God  remove — 
And  fix  my  doleful  station  where 
I  must  not  taste  his  love  ! 

5  Jesus,  I  throw  my  arms  around, 

And  hang  upon  thy  breast, 


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Without  a  gracious  smile  from  thee. 
My  spirit  cannot  rest. 

6  Oh  !  tell  me  that  my  worthless  name 
Is  graven  on  thy  hands  ; 
Show  me  some  promise  in  thy  book, 
Where  my  salvation  stands. 


589 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul, 

X       The  great  decisive  day, 
Wiiich  from  the  verge  of  mortal  life, 
Shall  bear  thee  far  away. 

2  Another  day,  more  awful,  dawns  ; 

And  lo,  the  Judge  appears  ; 

Ye  heavens,  retire  before  his  face, 

And  sink,  ye  darkened  stars. 

3  Yet  does  one  short,  preparing  hour. 

One  precious  hour  remain  ; 
Rouse    thee,    my   soul,    with   all   thy 
power, 
Nor  let  it  pass  in  vain. 

4  For  this,  thy  temple.  Lord,  we  throng, 

For  this,  thy  board  surround  ; 

Here  may  our  service  be  approved, 

And  in  thy  presence  crowned. 


590 


Doddridge. 


C.  M. 


1  /^""^OME  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark ; 
V_^     To  Jesus  come  away  : 

The  pestilence  walks  forth  by  night. 
The  arrow  flies  by  day. 

2  Come  to  the  ark  :  the  waters  rise. 

The  seas  their  billows  rear  ; 
While  darkness  gathers  o'er  the  skies. 
Behold  a  refusre  near  ! 


3  Come  to  the  ark,  all,  all  that  weep 

Beneath  the  sense  of  sin : 
Without,  deep  calleth  unto  deep. 
But  all  is  peace  within. 

4  Come  to  the  ark,  ere  yet  the  flood 

Your  lingering  steps  oppose  ; 
Come,  for  the  door  which  open  stood 
Is  now  about  to  close. 

591  CM. 

1  T   TAIN  man,  thy  fond  pursuits   for- 

V  bear. 

Repent,  thy  end  is  nigh  ! 
Death,  at  the  farthest,  can't  be  far — 
Oh,  think  before  thou  die  ! 

2  Reflect — thou  hast  a  soul  to  save  : 

Thy  sins,  how  high  the}'  mount ! 

What  are  thy  hopes  beyond  the  grave  ? 

How  stands  that  dread  account .'' 

3  Death  enters,  and  there's  no  defence ; 

His  time,  there's  none  can  tell : 
He'll  in  a  moment  call  thee  hence. 
To  heaven,  or  to  hell ! 

4  To-day  the  gospel  call  obey : 

Oh,  hear  ;  it  speaks  to  you  ! 
This  moment,  then,  forsake  your  way, 
And  mercy  will  ensue. 


592 


Hart. 


C.  M. 


1  OINNER,  the  voice  of  God  regard  ; 
vI3     His  mercy  pleads  to-day  ; 

He  calls  you,  by  his  sovereign  word, 
From  sin's  destructive  way. 

2  Like  the  rough  sea,  that  cannot  rest. 

You  live  devoid  of  peace  ; 
A  thousand  stings  within  your  breast 
Deprive  your  soul  of  ease. 


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3  Why  will  you  in  the  crooked  ways 

Of  sin  and  folly  go  ? 
In  pain  you  travel  all  your  days, 
To  reap  immortal  woe. 

4  But  he  who  turns  to  God  shall  live, 

Through  his  abounding  grace  ; 
His  mercy  will  the  guilt  forgive 
Of  those  who  seek  his  face. 

5  Bow  to  the  sceptre  of  his  word, 

Renouncing  every  sin ; 
Submit  to  him,  your  sovereign  Lord, 
And  learn  his  will  divine. 

6  His  love  exceeds  your  highest  thoughts, 

He  pardons  like  a  God  ; 
He  will  forgive  your  numerous  faults 
Through  our  Redeemer's  blood. 

Fawcett. 

593  CM. 

1  TTOW  short  and  hasty  is  our  life  ! 
X   X      How  vast  our  soul's  affairs  ! 

Yet  senseless  mortals  vainly  strive 
To  lavish  out  their  years. 

2  Our  days  run  thoughtlessly  along. 

Without  a  moment's  stay ; 
Just  like  a  story,  or  a  song. 
We  pass  our  lives  away. 

3  God  from  on  high  invites  us  home, 

But  we  march  heedless  on. 
And,  ever  hastening  to  the  tomb, 
Stoop  downward  as  we  run. 

4  How  we  deserve  the  deepest  hell, 

Who  slight  the  joys  above  ! 
Wliat  chains  of  vengeance  should  we 
feel. 
Who  break  such  cords  of  love  ! 


5  Draw  us,  O  God  !  with  sovereign  grace. 
And  lift  our  thoughts  on  high. 
That  we  may  end  this  mortal  race. 
And  see  salvation  nigh. 

Watts. 

594  CM. 

1  T3  ETURN,    O   wand'rer,    to    thy 
Xv  home, 

Thy  Father  calls  for  thee  ; 
No  longer  now  an  exile  roam 
In  guilt  and  misery. 
Return,  return  ! 

2  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  Jesus  calls  for  thee  ; 
The  Spirit  and  the  Bride  say — come  ; 
Oh  !  now  for  refuge  flee  ; 
Return,  return  ! 

3  Return,  O  wand'rer,  to  thy  home, 

'Tis  madness  to  delay  ; 
There  are  no  pardons  in  the  tomb. 
And  brief  is  mercy's  day  : 
Return,  return  ! 


595 


T.  Hastings. 


L.  M. 


1  'nr^O-D  AY,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice, 

X     Now  is  the  time  to  make  your 
choice  ; 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  .-* 

2  Ye  wandering  souls,  who  find  no  rest, 
Say,  will  you  be  forever  blest  ? 

Will  you  be  saved  from  sin  and  hell  ? 
Will  you  with  Christ  in  glory  dwell  ? 

3  Come  now,  dear  youth,  for  ruin  bound. 
Obey  the  Gospel's  joyful  sound  : 
Come,  go  with  us,  and  you  shall  prove 
The  joy  of  Christ's  redeeming  love. 


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4  Once  more  we  ask  you,  in  his  name, 
For  yet  his  love  remains  the  same, 
Say,  will  you  to  Mount  Zion  go  ? 
Say,  will  you  have  this  Christ,  or  no  ? 
Chorus.  ^^''''■^^■ 

We  are  passing  away. 
We  are  passing  away. 
We  are  passing  away, 
To  the  great  Judgment-day. 


596 

''  I  ^HE  Spirit,  in  our  hearts, 


S.  M. 


Is  whispering,  "Sinner,  come  !" 
The  bride,  the  church  of  Christ,  pro- 
claims. 
To  all  his  children,  "  Come  !" 

2  Let  him  that  heareth  say 

To  all  about  him,  "  Come  !" 
Let  him  that  thirsts  for  righteousness, 
To  Christ,  the  fountain,  come  ! 

3  Yes,  whosoever  will. 

Oh  let  him  freely  come. 
And  freely  drink  the  stream  of  life  ; 
'Tis  Jesus  bids  him  come. 

4  Lo  !  Jesv:s,  who  invites. 

Declares,  "  I  quickly  come  ;" 
Lord,  even  so  !  we  wait  thine  hour  ; 
O  blest  Redeemer,  come  ! 

H.  U.  OXDERDONK. 


597 


S.  M. 


1  "\/'E  trembling  captives  !  hear; 

X       The  gospel-trumpet  sounds  ; 
No  music  more  can  charm  the  ear. 
Or  heal  your  heart-felt  wounds. 

2  'Tis  not  the  trump  of  war. 

Nor  Sinai's  awful  roar  ; 
Salvation's  news  it  spreads  afar, 
And  vengeance  is  no  more. 


3  Forgiveness,  lov^e,  and  peace. 

Glad  heaven  aloud  proclaims  ; 
And  earth,  the  jubilee's  release, 
With  eager  rapture  claims. 

4  Far,  far  to  distant  lands 

The  saving  news  shall  spread ; 
And  Jesus  all  his  willing  bands, 
In  glorious  triumph  lead 


598 


PR.^TT's  Coll. 


S.  M. 


1  /'"^OME  to  the  land  of  peace, 
V_x     From  shadows  come  away, 
Where  all  the  sounds  of  weeping  cease. 

And  storms  no  more  have  sway. 

2  Fear  hath  no  dwelling  here  ; 

But  pure  repose  and  love 
Breathe  through   the  bright,  celestial 
air. 
The  spirit  of  the  dove. 

3  Come  to  the  bright  and  blest. 

Gathered  from  every  land  ; 
For  here  th)'  soul  shall  find  its  rest, 
Amidst  the  shining  band. 

Briggs'  Coll. 


599 


S.  M. 


1  "jV  T  OW  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 
J.  \|       Now  is  the  day  of  grace  ; 
Now,  sinners,  come,  without  delay, 

And  seek  the  Saviours  fiice. 

2  Now  is  th'  accepted  time ; 

The  Saviour  calls  to-day ; 
To-morrow  it  may  be  too  late  ; 
Then  why  should  you  delay  ? 

3  Now  is  th'  accepted  time  ; 

The  gospel  bids  you  come. 

And  every  promise  in  his  word 

Declares  there  yet  is  room. 


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4  Lord,  draw  reluctant  souls, 

And  feast  them  with  thy  love  ; 
■  Then  will  the  angels  swiftly  fly 

To  bear  the  news  above.  Dobell. 


600  s.  M. 

EHOLD,  the  day  is  come  ; 
The  righteous  Judge  is  near  ; 
And  sinners,  trembling  at  their  doom, 
Shall  soon  their  sentence  hear. 


'B 


2  Angels,  in  bright  attire, 

Conduct  him  through  the  skies  ; 
Darkness  and  tempest,  smoke  and  fire 
Attend  him  as  he  flies. 

3  How  awful  is  the  sight ! 

How  loud  the  thunders  roar  ! 

The  sun  forbears  to  give  his  light, 

And  stars  are  seen  no  more. 

4  The  whole  creation  groans  ; 

But  saints  arise  and  sing  : 
They  are  the  ransomed  of  the  Lord, 
And  he  their  God  and  King. 

Beddome. 

601  s.M. 

1  AND  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 
±\.     The  call  of  love  divine  ? 
Shall  God  with  tenderness  invite, 

And  gain  no  thought  of  thine  ? 

2  Wilt  thou  not  cease  to  grieve 

The  Spirit  from  thy  breast. 
Till  he  thy  wretched  soul  shall  leave 
With  all  thy  sins  opprest  ? 

3  To-day,  a  pardoning  God 

Will  hear  the  suppliant  pray  ; 
To-day,  a  Saviour's  cleansing  blood 
Will  wash  thy  guilt  away. 


4  But  grace,  so  dearly  bought, 
If  yet  thou  wilt  despise. 
Thy    fearful    doom,    with    vengeance 
fraught. 
Will  fill  thee  with  surprise.         hyde. 

1  "\7'E  sinners,  tear  the  Lord, 

Jl       While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

2  Soon  will  the  harvest  close, 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er  ; 
O  sinners,  then  your  injured  God 
Will  heed  your  cries  no  more. 

3  Then,  while  'tis  called  to-day, 

Oh,  hear  the  gospel's  sound ; 
Come,  sinners,  haste,  oh,  haste  away, 
While  pardon  may  be  found. 


DwiGHT. 


603 


S.  M. 


I      A  ND  will  the  Judge  descend. 


A' 


And  must  the  dead  arise. 
And  not  a  single  soul  escape 
His  all-discerning  eyes  ? 

2  How  will  my  heart  endure 

The  terrors  of  that  day, 
When  earth  and  heaven  before  his  face 
Astonished  shrink  away  ? 

3  But,  ere  the  trumpet  shakes 

The  mansions  of  the  dead, 
Hark !    from    the    Gospel's    cheering 
sound 
What  joyful  tidings  spread  ! 

4  Ye  sinners  !  seek  his  grace 

Whose  wrath  ye  cannot  bear; 
Fly  to  the  shelter  of  his  cross. 

And  find  salvation  there.     Doddridge. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


187. 


604. 
''  I  ^HE  swift-declining  day, 


S.  M. 


How  fast  its  moments  fly, 
While    evening's    broad    and   gloomy 
shade 
Gains  on  the  western  sky  ! 

2  Ye  mortals,  mark  its  pace. 

And  use  the  hours  of  light ; 
For  know,  its  Maker  can  command 
An  instant,  endless  night. 

3  Give  glory  to  tjie  Lord, 

Who  rules  the  rolling  sphere  ; 
Submissive,  at  its  footstool  bow, 
And  seek  salvation  there. 

4  Then  shall  new  lustre  break 

Through  all  the  heavy  gloom. 
And  lead  you  to  unchanging  light. 
In  your  celestial  home, 


605 


Doddridge, 


S.  M. 


1  /'^H,  where  shall  rest  be  found — 
V^y      Rest  for  the  weary  soul  ? 
'Twere  vain  the  ocean  depths  to  sound, 

Or  pierce  to  either  pole. 

2  The  world  can  never  give 

The  bliss  for  which  we  sigh : 
'Tis  not  the  whole  of  life  to  live, 
Nor  all  of  death  to  die. 

3  Beyond  this  vale  of  tears 

There  is  a  life  above, 
Unmeasured  by  the  flight  of  years  ; 
And  all  that  life  is  love. 

4  There  is  a  death  whose  pang 

Outlasts  the  fleeting  breath  : 
Oh,  what  eternal  horrors  hang 
Around  the  second  death  ! 


5  Lord  God  of  truth  and  grace. 
Teach  us  that  death  to  shun. 
Lest  we  be  banished  from  thy  face, 
And  evermore  undone, 

Montgomery. 


606 


S.  M. 


I    T   SAW,  beyond  the  tomb. 


The  awful  Judge  appear, 
Prepar'd  to  scan,  with  strict  account, 
My  blessings  wasted  here. 

2  His  wrath,  like  flaming  fire, 

Burn'd  to  the  lowest  hell — 
And  in  that  hopeless  world  of  woe 
He  bade  my  spirit  dwell. 

3  Ye  sinners,  fear  the  Lord, 

While  yet  'tis  called  to-day  ; 
Soon  will  the  awful  voice  of  death 
Command  your  souls  away. 

4  Soon  will  the  harvest  close — 

The  summer  soon  be  o'er — 
And  soon  your  injur'd,  angry  God 
Will  hear  your  prayers  no  more. 

DWIGHT. 

I    T^ILGRIM,  burdened  with  thy  sin, 


Come  the  way  to  Zion's  gate  ; 
There,  till  mercy  speaks  within, 

Knock,  and  weep,  and  watch,  and 
wait; 
Knock — he  knows  the  sinner's  cry ; 
Weep  —  he     loves     the    mourner's 
tears ; 
Watch,  for  saving  grace  is  nigh ; 
Wait,  till  heavenly  grace  appears. 

2  Hark  !  it  is  the  Saviour's  voice — 
"  Welcome,  pilgrim,  to  thy  rest !  " 


188 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


Now  within,  the  gate  rejoice, 

Safe,  and  owned,  and  bought,  and 
blest: 

Safe,  from  all  the  lures  of  vice  ; 
Owned,  by  joys  the  contrite  know; 

Bought  by  love,  and  life  the  price; 
Blest,  the  mighty  debt  to  owe. 

3  Weary  pilgrim  !  what  for  thee 
In  a  world  like  this  remains  ? 
From  thy  guarded  breast  shall  flee 
Fear,  and  shame,  and  doubts,  and 
pains  : 
Fear,  the  hope  of  heaven  shall  fly, 
Shame,  from  glory's  view  retire  ; 
Doubt,  in  full  belief,  shall  die. 
Pain,  in  endless  bliss,  expire. 


608 


w 


Crabbe. 


7s. 


HEN  thy  mortal  life  is  fled. 
When    the    death-shades   o'er 
thee  spx'ead, 
When  is  finished  thy  career, 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 


2  When  the  world  has  passed  away, 
When  draws  near  the  judgment  day. 
When  the  awful  trump  shall  sound, 
Say,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  .'* 

3  When  the  Judge  descends  in  light. 
Clothed  in  majesty  and  might. 
When  the  wicked  quail  with  fear, 
W^here,  oh,  where  wilt  thou  appear  ? 

4  What     shall      soothe      thy     bursting 

heart. 
When  the  saints  and  thou  must  part  ? 
When  the  good  with  joy  are  crowned. 
Sinner,  where  wilt  thou  be  found  ? 


5  While  the  Holy  Ghost  is  nigh, 
Quickly  to  the  Saviour  fly  ; 
Then  shall  peace  thy  spirit  cheer; 
Then  in  heaven  shalt  thou  appear. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


609 


7s.   D. 
INNER,  what  has  earth  to  show 
Like  the  joys  believers  know  .'' 
Is  thy  path,  of  fading  flowers. 
Half  so  bright,  so  sweet,  as  ours  ? 
Doth  a  skilful,  healing  friend 
On  thy  daily  path  attend. 
And,  where  thorns  and  stings  abound, 
Shed  a  balm  on  every  wound  ? 

When  the  tempest  rolls  on  high, 
Hast  thou  still  a  refuge  nigh  ? 
Can,  oh,  can  thy  dying  breath 
Summon  one  more  strong  than  death  ? 
Canst  thou,  in  that  awful  day, 
Fearless  tread  the  gloomy  way, 
Plead  a  glorious  ransom  given. 
Burst  from  earth,  and  soar  to  heaven  ? 


610 


7s. 


y 


HASTEN,  sinner,  to  be  wise  ; 
Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun 
Wisdom,  if  you  still  despise, 
Harder  is  it  to  be  won.     > 


2  Hasten  mercy  to  implore  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun ; 
Lest  thy  season  should  be  o'er. 
Ere  this  evening's  stage  be  run. 

3  Hasten,  sinner,  to  return  ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  thy  lamp  should  cease  to  burn, 
Ere  salvation's  work  is  done. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


189 


4  Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  blest ; 

Stay  not  for  the  morrow's  sun  ; 
Lest  perdition  thee  arrest, 
Ere  the  morrow  is  begun.  ^ 

T.  Scott. 

6ll  7s. 

1  QINNERS,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  t 
w3     God,  your  Maker,  asks  you  why ; 
God,  who  did  your  being  give, 
Made  you  with  himself  to  live. 

2  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  your  Saviour  asks  you  why ; 
Will  ye  not  in  him  believe  ? 

He  has  died  that  ye  might  live. 

3  Will  3'e  let  him  die  in  vain  ? 
Crucify  your  Lord  again  ? 
Why,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  why 
Will  ye  slight  his  grace,  and  die? 

4  Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die  ? 
God,  the  Spirit,  asks  you  why — 
He,  who  all  your  lives  hath  strove, 
Wooed  you  to  embrace  his  love. 

5  Will  ye  not  his  grace  receive  ? 
Will  ye  still  refuse  to  live  ? 
Oh,  ye  dying  sinners,  why, 
Why  will  ye  forever  die  ? 


6l2 


C.  Wesley. 


7s. 


1  O  INNER,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ; 
w3      Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Raise  thy  spirit,  dark  and  dead  ; 
Jesus  waits  his  light  to  shed. 

2  Wake  from  sleep  ;  arise  from  death  ; 
See  the  bright  ajid  living  path  ; 
Watchful,  tread  that  path  ;  be  wise ; 
Leave  thy  folly,  seek  the  skies. 


F 


3  Leave  thy  foil}',  cease  from  crime  ; 
From  this  hour  redeem  thy  time  ; 
Life  secure  without  delay ; 

Evil  is  thy  mortal  day. 

4  Oh,  then,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep ! 
Wake,  and  o'er  thy  folly  weep  ; 
Jesus  calls  from  death  and  night  ; 
Jesus  waits  to  shed  his  light. 

Epis.  Coll. 

^^3        7s.   6  lines. 
ROM  the  cross,  uplifted  high. 
Where  the   Saviour  deigns   to 
die, — 
What  melodious  sounds  we  hear, 
Bursting  on  the  ravished  ear  ! — 
"  Love's  redeeming  work  is  done  ; 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

2  "  Sprinkled  now  with  blood  the  throne, 
Why  beneath  thy  burdens  groan  ? 

On  my  pierced  body  laid. 
Justice  owns  the  ransom  paid ; 
Bow  the  knee,  and  kiss  the  Son — 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

3  "  Spread  for  thee,  the  festal  board 
See  with  richest  dainties  stored  ; 
To  thy  Father's  bosom  pressed, 
Yet  again  a  child  confessed. 
Never  from  his  house  to  roam, 
Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come. 

4  "  Soon  the  days  of  life  shall  end  ; 
Lo,  I  come,  your  Saviour,  Friend, 
Safe  your  spirits  to  convey 

To  the  realms  of  endless  day, 

Up  to  my  eternal  home  ; 

Come  and  welcome,  sinner,  come." 

Haweis. 


190 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


614 


7s. 

1  /'"^OME,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice, 
V,,_^     Come,  and  make  my  paths  your 

choice : 
I  will  guide  you  to  your  home  : 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  come. 

2  Thou,  who,  homeless  and  forlorn. 
Long   hast   borne   the  proud  world's 

scorn, 
Long  hast  roamed  the  barren  waste. 
Weary  wanderer,  hither  haste." 

3  Hither  come,  for  here  is  found 
Balm  that  flows  for  every  wound  ! 
Peace,  that  ever  shall  endure, 
Rest  eternal,  sacred,  sure. 


615 


Barbauld. 

5s,  7s  &4s. 

1  T~^  AY  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders  ! 
1  )     Hark !    the    trumpet's     awful 

sound, 
Louder  than  a  thousand  thunders. 
Shakes  the  vast  creation  round  :    " 

How  the  summons 
Will  the  sinner's  heart  confound  ! 

2  See  the  Judge,  our  nature  wearing. 

Clothed  in  majesty  divine  : 
You  who  long  for  his  appearing. 
Then  shall  say,  "  This  God  is  mine  :" 

Glorious  Saviour ! 
Own  me  in  that  day  for  thine. 

3  At  his  call  the  dead  awaken. 

Rise  to  life  from  earth  and  sea  ; 
All  the  powers  of  nature,  shaken 
By  his  voice,  prepare  to  flee  : 

Careless  sinner. 
What  will  then  become  of  thee  ? 


4  But  to  those  who  have  confessed, 
Loved  and  served  the  Lord  below. 
He  will  sa}',  "  Come  near,  ye  blessed  ; 
See  the  kingdom  I  bestow : 

You  forever 
Shall  my  love  and  glory  know." 

Newton. 


616 


5s,  7s  &  4s. 


1  'T'^0  the  ark  away  !  or  perish  ; 

X        Sinners,  to  the  ark  away ! 
Vain  the  hope,  that  thousands  cherish, 
Of  deliverance  in  that  day. 

When  destruction 
Cometh,  that  no  arm  can  stay. 

2  Careless  ones,  be  warned,  and  haste  ye 

To  the  ark  that  open  lies  ; 
Why,  oh,  why,  in  folly  waste  ye 
Precious  time  that  quickly  flies  ? 

Soon  your  laughter 
Will  be  turned  to  bitter  cries. 

3  Hear  the  Lord  himself  invite  you 

To  his  arms — a  refuge  sure  ; 
Oh,  believe  him,  lest  he  smite  you 
W^th  a  curse  that  none  can  cure ! 

When  he  thunders, 
Who  his  anger  can  endure  ? 

4  They  are  safe,  and  none  besides  them 

Who  the  Saviour's  word  obey  ; 

They  are  safe,  for  he  will  hide  them. 

In  the  dark  and  dreadful  day  ; 

They  shall  triumph, 
When  the  world  has  passed  away. 

Kellv. 

^^7         8s,  7s  &  4s. 
I    C*  INNER,  hear  the  melting  story 
O     Of  the   Lamb   that    once   was 
slain  ; 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


191 


'Tis  the  Lord  of  life  and  glory  : 
Shall  he  plead  with  you  in  vain  ? 

Oh,  receive  him, 
And  salvation  now  obtain  ! 

2  All  your  sins  to  him  confessing 
Who  is  ready  to  forgive, 
Seek  the  Saviour's  richest  blessing ; 
On  his  precious  name  believe : 

He  is  waiting ; 
Will  you  not  his  grace  receive  ? 

^^^         8s,  7s  &4s. 

1  O  EE  th'  eternal  Judge  descending  ! 
k3  View  him  seated  on  his  throne  ! 
Now,  poor  sinner,  now  lamenting. 

Stand,  and  hear  thine  awful  doom : 

Trumpets  call  thee, 
Stand,  and  hear  thine  awful  doom  ! 

2  Hear  the  cries  he  now  is  venting, 

Fill'd  with  dread  of  fiercer  pain  ; 
While  in  anguish  thus  lamenting 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again — 

Greatly  mourning 
That  he  ne'er  was  born  again  : 

3  "Yonder  sits  my  slighted  Saviour, 

With  the  marks  of  dying  love  ; 
Oh  that  I  had  sought  his  favor. 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move — 

Golden  moments, 
When  I  felt  his  Spirit  move  !" 

4  Now,  despisers,  look  and  wonder  ! 

Hope  and  sinners  here  must  part ; 
Louder  than  a  peal  of  thunder, 

Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 

Lost  for  ever, 
Hear  the  dreadful  sound,  "  Depart !" 


619 


H 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 
EAR,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  you ; 
Now  with  sweetest  voice  she 
calls  ; 
Bids  you  haste  to  seek  the  Saviour, 
Ere  ihe  hand  of  justice  falls: 

Hear,  O  sinner ! 
'Tis  the  voice  of  mercy  calls. 

2  See  !  the  storm  of  vengeance  gathering 

O'er  the  path  you  dare  to  tread ! 
Hark  !  the  awful  thunder  rolling 
Loud  and  louder  o'er  your  head  ! 

Turn,  O  sinner  ! ' 
Lest  the  lightning  strike  you  dead. 

3  Haste,  O  sinner !  to  the  Saviour  ; 

Seek  his  mercy  while  you  may  ; 
Soon  the  day  of  grace  is  over  ; — 
Soon  your  life  will  pass  away  ; 

Haste,  O  sinner  ! 
You  must  perish  if  you  stay.      reed 

^20        8s,  7s  &  4s. 
EAR  the  heralds  of  the  Gospel 
News  from  Zion's  King  pro- 
claim : — 
"  To  each  rebel  sinner  pardon  ; 
Free  forgiveness  in  his  name  :" 

Oh,  what  mercy ! 
"  Free  forgiveness  in  his  name." 

2  Sinners,  will  you  scorn  the  message 
Sent  in  mercy  from  above  ? 
Every  sentence,  oh,  how  tender ! 
Every  line  is  full  of  love  : 

Listen  to  it  ;  ■ 
Every  line  is  full  of  love. 


102 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


3  Oh,  ye  angels,  hovering  round  us, 
Waiting  spirits,  speed  your  way  ; 
Hasten  to  the  court  of  heaven  ; 
Tidings  bear  without  delay  ; 

Rebel  sinners 
Glad  the  message  will  obey,     allen. 

^2  ■'■  C.   P.  M. 

I   \  1[  7"  H  EN  thou,  my  righteous  Judge, 
V  V  shalt  come 

To  take  thy  ransomed  people  home. 

Shall  I  among  them  stand  ? 
Shall  such  a  worthless  worm  as  I, 
Who  sometimes  am  afraid  to  die, 
Be  found  at  thy  right  hand  ? 

I  I  love  to  meet  thy  people  now, 
Before  thy  feet  with  them  to  bow, 

The  vilest  of  them  all  ; 
But,  can  I  bear  the  piercing  thought, 
What  if  my  name  should  be  left  out, 

When  thou  for  tliem  shalt  call  ? 

3  O  Lord,  prevent  it  by  thy  grace. 
Be  thou  my  only  hiding-place, 

In  this  the  accepted  day  ; 
Thy    pardoning    voice,    oh,     let    me 

hear. 
To  still  my  unbelieving  fear, 

Nor  let  me  fall,  I  pray. 

4  Among  thy  saints  let  me  be  found, 
Whene'er  the  archangel's  trump  shall 

sound. 
To  see  thy  smiling  face  ; 
Then  loudest  of  the  throng  I'll  sing. 
While  heaven's   resounding  mansions 
ring 
With  shouts  of  sovereign  grace. 

Countess  of  Huntingdon. 


^22  C.  p.  M. 

1  T  O  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land, 

J J  'Twixt   two   unbounded   seas  I 

stand, 
Secure  !  insensible  ! 
A  point  of  time,  a  moment's  space, 
Removes  me  to  that  heavenly  place, 
Or  shuts  me  up  in  hell. 

2  O  God  !  my  inmost  soul  convert, 
And  deeply  on  my  thoughtful  heart 

Eternal  things  impress  ; 
Give  me  to  feel  their  solemn  weight. 
And  tremble  on  the  brinlv  of  fate. 

And  wake  to  righteousness. 

3  Before  me  place,  in  dread  array, 
The  pomp  of  that  tremendous  day, 

When  thou  with  clouds  shalt  come 
To  judge  the  nations  at  thy  bar ; 
And  tell  me.  Lord  !  shall  I  be  there 

To  meet  a  joyful  doom  ? 

4  Be  this  my  one  great  business  here, — 
With  holy  trembling,  holy  fear, 

To  make  my  calling  sure  1 
Thine  utmost  counsel  to  fulfill, 
And  suffer  all  thy  righteous  will. 

And  to  the  end  endure  ! 

5  Then,  Saviour,  then  my  soul  receive, 
Transported  from  this  earth,  to  live 

And  reign  with  thee  above ; 
Where  faith  is  sweetly  lost  in  sight, 
And  hope,  in  full,  supreme  delight, 

And  everlasting  love.  c.  avesley. 


F 


623 


H.  M. 


^  AIR  shines  the  morning  star  ; 
The  silver  trumpets  sound. 
Their  notes  re-echoing  far. 
While  dawns  the  day  around  : 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


193 


Joy  to  the  slave :  the  slave  is  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

2  Prisoners  of  hope,  in  gloom 

And  silence  left  to  die, 
With  Christ's  unfolding  tomb, 
Your  portals  open  fly  ; 
Rise  with  your  Lord  ; — he  sets  you  free ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

3  Ye,  \^\\o  yourselves  have  sold 

For  debts  to  Justice  due, 
Ransom'd,  but  not  with  gold,' 

He  gave  himself  for  you  ! 
The  blood  of  Christ  hath  made  you  free; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee. 

4  Captives  of  sin  and  shame, 

O'er  earth  and  ocean,  hear 
An  angel's  voice  proclaim 

The  Lord's  accepted  year  : 
Let  Jacob  rise,  be  Israel  free  ; 
It  is  the  year  of  Jubilee.. 

Montgomery. 

624  H.  M. 

1  '\/'E  dying  sons  of  men, — 

X        Immerged  in  sin  and  woe, 
The  gospel's  voice  attend, 
While  Jesus  sends  to  you  : 
Ye  perishing  and  guilty,  come. 
In  Jesus'  arms  there  yet  is  room. 

2  No  longer  now  dela}^. 

Nor  vain  excuses  frame : 
He  bids  you  come  to-day. 

Though  poor,  and  blind,  and  lame : 
All  things  are  ready;  sinners,  come, 
For  every  trembling  soul  there's  room. 

3  Compelled  by  bleeding  love. 

Ye  wandering  sheep,  draw  near ; 
13 


Christ  calls  you  from  above  ; 
His  charming  accents  hear  ; 
Let  whosoever  will  now  come  : 
In  mercy's  breast  there  still  is  room. 

BODEN. 

625  H.M. 

LOW  ye  the  trumpet,  blow  ; 
The  gladly-solemn  sound ! 
Let  all  the  nations  know. 

To  earth's  remotest  bound, 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

2  Jesus,  our  great  High  Priest, 

Hath  full  atonement  made  : 
Ye  weary  spirits,  rest  ; 

Ye  mournful  souls,  be  glad  ; 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  j'e  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

3  Extol  the  Lamb  of  God, 

The  sin-atoning  Lamb  ; 
Redemption  by  his  blood 

Throughout  the  world  proclaim  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

4  Ye  slaves  of  sin  and  hell, 

Your  liberty  receive. 
And  safe  in  Jesus  dwell. 

And  blest  in  Jesus  live : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  j-e  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

5  Ye  who  have  sold  for  naught 

Your  heritage  above. 
Receive  it  back  unbought. 

The  gift  of  Jesus'  love: 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

6  The  Gospel  trumpet  hear. 

The  news  of  heavenly  grace ; 


194 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


And,  saved  from  earth,  appear 
Before  your  Saviour's  face  : 
The  year  of  jubilee  is  come  ; 
Return,  ye  ransomed  sinners,  home. 

Wesley. 

020  8sc&7s. 

1  /'~^  OME,  ye  sinners,  poor  and  needy, 
V_x     Weak  and  wounded,  sick  and 

sore  : 
Jesus  ready  stands  to  save  you, 
Full  of  pity,  love,  and  power. 

2  Now,  ye  needy,  come  and  welcome, 

God's  free  bounty  glorify ; 
True  belief  and  true  repentance. 
Every  grace  that  brings  you  nigh. 

3  Let  not  conscience  make  you  linger, 

Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 
All  the  fitness  he  requireth, 
Is  to  feel  your  need  of  him. 

4  Come,  ye  weary,  heavy  laden, 

Bruised  and  mangled  by  the  fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all. 

5  Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo  1  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ! 
On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him— 
There  he  groans,  and  bleeds,    and 
dies. 

6  Lo  !  th'  Incarnate  God  ascending 

Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 
Venture  on  him — \-enture  wholly. 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude. 

Hart. 

Chorus. 
Turn  to  the  Lord,  and  seek  salvation, 

Sound  the  praise  of  his  dear  name  ; 
Glory,  honor,  and  salvation, 

Christ  the  Lord  is  come  to  reign. 


^^7  8s  &  7s. 

COME,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden. 
Bruised   and   mangled   by  the 
fall. 
If  you  tarry  till  you  're  better. 
You  will  never  come  at  all ; 

Not  the  righteous. 
Sinners  Jesus  came  to  call. 

Let  no  sense  of  guilt  prevent  you, 
Nor  of  fitness  fondly  dream  ; 

All  the  fitness  he  requireth. 
Is  to  feel  )'our  need  of  him  ; 

This  he  gives  you — 
'Tis  the  Spirit's  rising  beam. 

Agonizing  in  the  garden, 

Lo,  your  Maker  prostrate  lies  ; 

On  the  bloody  tree  behold  him  ; 
Hear  him  cry  before  he  dies, 

"It  is  finished!"' 
Sinners,  will  not  this  suffice  ? 

Lo  !  th'  Incarnate  God  ascended 
Pleads  the  merit  of  his  blood  ; 

Venture  on  him,  venture  wholly  ; 
Let  no  other  trust  intrude  ; 

None  but  Jesus 
Can  do  helpless  sinners  good. 

Hart. 

OH,  turn  ye,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  wh}- 
will  ye  die. 
When  God,  in  great  mercy,  is  coming 

so  nigh  ? 
Now  Jesus  invites  you,  the  Spirit  says. 

Come, 
And  angels    are   waiting  to  welcome 
you  home. 


WARNING    AND    INVITATION. 


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D 


2  How  vain  the  delusion,  that  while  you 

delay, 
Your  hearts   may  grow  better;   your 

chains  melt  away ! 
Come    guilty,    come    wretched,    come 

just  as  you  are  ; 
All  helpless  and  dying,  to  Jesus  repair. 

3  Come,   give    us   your   hand,   and  the 

Saviour  your  heart  ; 
In  him  once  united,  we  never  shall  part ; 
Oh,  how  can  we  leave  you?  why  will 

you  not  come  ? 
We'll  journey  together,  and  soon  be  at 

home. 

629  lis. 

I ELAY  not,  delay  not,    O  sinner, 
draw  near. 
The  waters  of  life  are  now  flowing 
for  thee  ; 
No  price  is  demanded,  the  Saviour  is 
here  ; 
Redemption  is  purchased,  salvation 
is  free. 

2  Delay  not,  delay  not,  why  longer  abuse 

The  love  and  compassion  of  Jesus 

thy  God  ? 
A  fountain   is  open,   how   canst  thou 

refuse 
To  wash  and  be    cleansed    in   his 

pardoning  blood  ? 

3  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  Spirit  of  grace 

Long  grieved  and  resisted  may  take 
his  sad  flight, 
And  leave  thee  in  darkness  to  finish 
thy  race, 
To  sink  in  the  gloom  of  eternity's 
nis:ht. 


4  Delay  not,  delay  not,  the  hour  is  at 
hand, 
The    earth  shall    dissolve,   and  the 
heavens  shall  fade  ; 
The  dead,  small  and  great,  in  the  judg- 
ment shall  stand  ; 
What   power   then,    O    sinner,  will 

lend  thee  its  aid  !  Hastings. 

^3^  lls&lOs. 

r    /'"^OME,  ye    disconsolate,  where'er 
V_^  ye  languish : 

Come  to  the    mercy-seat,  fervently 
kneel  ; 
Here  bring  your  wounded  hearts,  here 
tell  your  anguish ; 
Earth  has  no    sorrow  that   heaven 
cannot  heal. 

2  Joy    of    the    desolate,    light    of    the 

straying, 
Hope  when  all  others  die,  fadeless 

and  pure  ; 
Here  speaks  the  Comforter,  tenderly 

saying — 
"  Earth  has  no  sorrow  that  heaven 

cannot  cure." 

3  Here  see  the  Bread  of  Life  ;  see  waters 

flowing 
Forth  from  the  throne  of  God,  pure 

from  above ; 
Come  to  the  feast  of  love — come,  ever 

knowing 
"  Earth  has  no  sorrow  but  heaven 

can  remove." 

4  Go    ask   the    infidel    what    boon    he 

brings  us, 
What   charm  for  aching  hearts  he 
can  reveal, 


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Sweet  as  that  heavenly  promise  hope 
brings  us — 
"  Earth  has   no  sorrow  that  heaven 
cannot  heal."  Moore. 


63 


6s  cSc  4s. 


1  'T^O-DAY  the  Saviour  calls  ! 

X       Ye  wand'rers,  come  \ 
Oh,  ye  benighted  souls, 
Why  longer  roam  ? 

2  To-day  the  Saviour  calls; 

Oh,  hear  liim  now  ! 
Within  these  sacred  walls 
To  Jesus  bow. 

3  To-day  the  Saviour  calls  ; 

For  refuge  fly; 
The  storm  of  justice  falls, 
And  death  is  nigh. 

4  The  Spirit  calls  to-day: 

Yield  to  his  power  ; 
Oh,  grieve  him  not  away, 
''Tis  mercy's  hour. 

63?'  P.M. 

1  A    BEAUTIFUL   land   by   faith    I 
£\.         see — 

A  land  cf  rest  from  sorrow  free ; 

The   home   of  the   ransomed,   bright 

and  fair, 
And  beautiful  angels,  too,  are  there. 

2  That  beautiful  land,  the  City  of  Light, 
It  ne'er  has  known  the  shades  of  night ; 
The  glory  of  God,  the  light  of  day, 
Hath  driven  the  darkness  far  away. 

3  In  vision  I  see  its  streets  of  gold; 
Its  beautiful  gates  I  too  behold. 
The  river  of  life,  the  crystal  sea. 
The  ambrosial  fruit  of  life's  fair  tree. 


'W^ 


4  The  heavenly  throng  arrayed  in  white, 
In  rapture  range  the  plains  of  light ; 
And   in   one   harmonious   choir   they 

praise 
Their    glorious    Saviour's    matchless 

grace. 

Chorus. 
Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  land  with  me? 
Will  you  go  ?  Will  you  go  ? 
Go  to  that  beautiful  land  ? 

^33  12s  &  8s. 

HEN  the  harvest  is  past,  and 

the  summer  is  gone. 

And  sermons  and  prayers  shall  be 

o'er, 

When  the  beams  cease  to  break  of  the 

blest  Sabbath  morn. 
And  Jesus  invites  thee  no  more. 

2  When  the  rich  gales  of  mercy  no  longer 

shall  blow, 
The  gospel  no  message  declare, — 
Sinner,  how  canst  thou  bear  the  deep 
wailing  of  woe. 
How  suffer  the  night  of  despair? 

3  When  the  holy  have  gone  to  the  regions 

of  peace. 

To  dwell  in  the  mansions  above ; 
When  their  harmony  wakes,  in  the  full- 
ness of  bliss. 

Their  song  to  the  Saviour  of  love, — 

4  Say,  O  sinner,  now  living  at  rest  and 

secure. 
And  fearing  no  trouble  to  come, 
Can  thy  spirit  the  swellings  of  sorrow 

endure, 
Or  bear  the  impenitent's  doom  ? 

S.  F.  Smith, 


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'H 


634 


L.  M. 
ASTE,     traveler,    haste  !      the 
night  comes  on, 
And  many  a  shining  hour  is  gone  ; 
The  storm  is  gathering  in  the  west, 
And  thou  art  far  from  home  and  rest. 


2  The  rising  tempest  sweeps  the  sky ; 
The  rains  descend,  the  winds  are  high  ; 
The  waters  swell,  and  death  and  fear 
Beset  thy  path,  nor  refuge  near ; 

3  Then  linger  not  in  all  the  plain, 
Flee  for  thy  life,  the  mountain  gain  j 
Look  not  behind,  make  no  dela\', 

Oh  speed  thee,  speed  thee  on  thy  way  ! 

-•^COLLYER. 


635 


P.  M. 

1  "X  TOTHING,  either  great  or  small, 
J.  ^       Nothing,  sinner,  no  ; 

Jesus  died,  and  paid  it  all, 
Long,  long  ago. 

2  When  he  from  his  lofty  throne 

Stooped  to  do  and  die. 
Everything  was  fully  done — 
"  'Tis  finished,"  was  his  cr3\ 

3  Weary,  working,  plodding  one, 

Wherefore  toil  j'ou  so  ? 
Cease  your  doing  ;  all  was  done 
Long,  long  ago. 

4  Till  to  Jesus'  work  you  cling, 

By  a  simple  faith, 
"  Doing  is  a  deadly  thing. 
Doing  ends  in  death." 

5  Cast  your  deadly  doing  down, 

Down  at  Jesus'  feet  ; 
Stand  in  him,  in  him  alone, 
Glorious  and  complete. 


Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all. 

All  the  debt  I  owe, 
And  nothing,  either  great  or  small. 

Remains  for  me  to  do. 

^3^     L.  M.  6  lines. 

1  T)EACE,     troubled     soul,     whose 
X.  plaintive  moan, 

Hath  taught  each  scene  the  notes 
of  woe  ; 
Cease    thy    complaint,    suppress   thy 
groan. 
And  let  thy  tears  forget  to  flow  ; 
Behold,  the  precious  balm  is  found. 
To  lull  thy  pain,  to  heal  thy  w'ound. 

2  Come,  freely  come,  by  sin  oppressed ; 

On  Jesus  cast  thy  weighty  load ; 
In  him  thy  refuge  find,  thy  rest. 

Safe  in  the  mercy  of  thy  God  : 
Thy    God 's    thy    Saviour  —  glorious 
word ! 

Forever  love  and  praise  the  Lord. 

Sheklev. 

^Zl     L.M.G  lines. 
O    weary    hearts,    to    mourning 
homes, 

God's  meekest  angel  gently  comes  ; 
No  power  hath  he  to  banish  pain, 
Or  give  us  back  our  lost  again. 
And  yet,  in  tenderest  love,  our  dear 
And  Heavenly  Father  sends  him  here. 
2  Angel  of  patience  !  sent  to  calm 
Our  feverish  brows  with  cooling  balm, 
To  lay  with  hope  the  storms  of  fear, 
And  reconcile  life's  smile  and  tear, 
The  throbs  of  wounded  pride  to  still, 
And  make  our  own  our  Father's  will ! 


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3   O  thou,  who  mournest  on  thy  way, 
With  longings  for  the  close  of  day, 
He  walks  with  thee,  that  angel  kind, 
And  gently  whispers,  "  Be  resign'd  ! 
Bear  up,  bear  on,  the  end  shall  tell, 
The  dear  Lord  ordereth  all  things  well." 


Geuman,  Tr.  Whittier. 


638 


P.  M. 

I  /''^OME  to  Jesus,  come  to  Jesus, 
V^     Come  to  Jesus,  just  now, 

Just  now  come  to  Jesus, 
Come  to  Jesus,  just  now. 

2  He  will  save  you. 

3  Oh,  believe  him. 

4  He  is  able. 

5  He  is  willing. 

6  He'll  receive  you. 

7  Call  upon  him. 

8  He  will  hear  you. 

9  Look  unto  him. 
10  He'll  forgive  you. 

I I  Flee  to  Jesus. 

1,2   He  will  cleanse  you. 

13  He  will  clothe  you. 

14  Jesus  loves  you. 

15  Don't  reject  him. 
J 6  Only  trust  him. 

17  Hallelujah,  Amen. 

639  8s&3s. 

'E'RE  traveling  home  to  heaven 

above. 
Will  you  go  ? 
To  sing  the  Saviour's  dying  love, 
Will  vou  so  ? 


Millions  have  reached  that  blest  abode, 
Anointed  kings  and  priests  to  God, 
And  millions  more  are  on  the  road, 
Will  you  go  ? 

2  We're  going  to  see  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

Will  you  go .'' 
In  rapturous  strains  to  praise  his  name, 

Will  you  go  ? 
The  crown  of  life  we  there  shall  wear, 
The    Conqueror's    palms    our    hands 

shall  bear, 
And  all  the  joys  of  heaven  we'll  share, 

Will  you  go  ? 

3  We're    going    to    join    the    heavenly 

cl\oir. 

Will  you  go  ? 
To  raise  our  voice  and  tune  the  lyre. 

Will  you  go  ? 
There  saints  and  angels  gladly  sing 
Hosanna  to  their  God  and  King, 
And  make  the  heavenly  arches  ring, 

Will  you  go  ? 

640  7s  &  6s. 

O  thou  in  life's  fair  morning. 
Go,  in  thy  bloom  of  youth  ; 
And  seek,  for  thine  adorning, 
The  precious  pearl  of  truth : 
Secure  the  heavenly  treasure, 
And  bind  it  on  thy  heart ; 
And  let  no  earthly  pleasure, 
E'er  cause  it  to  depart. 
2  Go,  while  the  day-star  shineth. 
Go,  while  thy  heart  is  light. 
Go,  ere  thy  strength  declineth, 
While  every  sense  is  bright: 
Sell  all  thou  hast  and  buy  it ; 
'Tis  worth  all  earthly  things, — 


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Rubies,  and  gold,  and  diamonds. 
Sceptres  and  crowns  of  kings  ! 

3  Go,  ere  the  cloud  of  sorrow 

Steals  o'er  thy  bloom  of  youth; 
Defer  not  till  to-morrow  ; 

Go  now,  and  buy  the  truth. 
Go,  seek  thy  great  Creator ; 

Learn  early  to  be  wise  ; 
Go,  place  upon  the  altar 

A  morning  sacrifice. 


o 


64. 


7s  &  6s 
JESUS,  thou  art  standing 
Outside  the  fast-closed  door. 
In  lowly  patience  waiting 

To  pass  the  threshold  o'er  : 
Shame  on  us,  guilty  mortals, 

Who  can  his  favor  share, 
Oh,  shame,  thrice  shame  upon  us, 
To  keep  him  standing  there  ! 

2  O  Jesus,  thou  art  knocking  : 

And  lo !  that  hand  is  scarred, 
And  thorns  thy  brow  encircle. 

And  tears  thy  face  have  marred  : 
Oh,  love  that  passeth  knovt'ledge 

So  patiently  to  wait ! 
Oh,  sin  that  hath  no  equal 

So  fast  to  bar  the  gate  ! 

3  O  Jesus,  thou  art  pleading 

In  accents  meek  and  low, 
"  I  died  for  you,  poor  sinners, 

And  will  ye  treat  me  so  ?  " 
O  Lord,  with  shame  and  sorrow 

We  open  now  the  door  : 
Dear  Saviour,  enter,  enter. 

And  leave  us  never  more. 

HvMris  Amcient  akd  Moder:; 


642 


12s. 

1  ^  I  ^HE   voice   of    free   grace   cries, 

_M_  Escape  to  the  mountain, 

For   Adam's    lost   race    Christ   hath 

opened  a  fountain  ; 
For   sin  and  uncleanness,  and  every 

transgression. 
His  blood  flows  most  freely  in  streams 

of  salvation. 
Hallelujah   to   the    Lamb,   who   hath 

purchased  our  pardon. 
We'll  praise  him  again  when  we  pass 

over  Jordan. 

2  Ye  souls  that  are  wounded !  oh,  flee  to 

the  Saviour ! 
He   calls   you    in    mercy,  'tis  infinite 

favor ; 
Your  sins    are    increasing,  escape   to 

the  mountain — 
His  blood  can  remove  them,  it  flows 

from  the  fountain. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

3  O  Jesus  !    ride  onward,    triumphantly 

glorious  ! 
O'er   sin,    death,    and   hell,    thou   art 

more  than  victorious  ; 
Thy  name  is  the  theme  of  the  great 

congregation. 
While  angels  and  men  raise  the  shout 

of  salvation. 

Flallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

4  With  joy  shall  we  stand,  when  escaped 

to  the  shore ; 
With  harps  in  our  hands,  we'll  praise 
him  the  more ; 


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PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


We'll  range   the  sweet  plains  on  the 

banks  of  the  river, 
And  sing  of  salvation  forever  and  ever ! 
Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb,  etc. 

Thornby. 

^43  p.  M. 

ATE,  late,  so  late  !  and  dark  the 
night,  and  chill  ! 
Late,  late,  so  late  !  But  we  can  enter 
still.— 
Too  late,  too  late !  ye  cannot  enter 
now. 

2  No  light  had  we ; — for  that  we  do  re- 
pent, 
And  learning  this,  the  Bridegroom  will 
relent. — 


.    JA. 


Too  late,  too  late,  ye  cannot  enter 
now. 

3  No  light !  so  late  !  and  dark  and  chill 

the  night — 
Oh,  let   us  in,  that  we  may  find  the 
light. 
Too  late  !  too  late,  ye  cannot  enter 
now  ! 

4  Have  we  not  heard  the  Bridegroom  is 

so  sweet ! 
Oh,  let  us  in,  that  we   may  kiss   his 

feet; 
Oh,  let  us  in,  though  late,  to  kiss  his 

feet. 
No  !  no  !  too  late  ;  ye  cannot  enter 

now  !  Tennyson. 


PENITENCE    AND    CONSECRATION. 


64.4. 


L.  M. 

1  QHOW  pity,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive ; 
v3   Let  a  repenting  rebel  live  \ 

Are  not  thy  mercies  large  and  free  ? 
May  not  a  sinner  trust  in  thee  ? 

2  My   crimes    are  great,   but  ne'er  sur- 

pass 
The  power  and  glory  of  thy  grace  : 
Great  God,  thy  nature  hath  no  bound. 
So  let  thy  pardoning  love  be  found. 

3  Oh,  wash  my  soul  from  every  sin, 
And     make     my     guilty     conscience 

clean  ! 


Here  on  my  heart  the  burden  lies. 
And  past  offences  pain  mine  eyes. 

4  My  lips    with   shame    my   sins    con- 

fess, 
Against  thy  law,  against  thy  grace  ; 
Lord,     should    thy    juxlgment    grow 

severe, 
I  am  condemned,  but  thou  art  clear. 

5  Should   sudden   vengeance   seize    my 

breath, 
I  must  pronounce  thee  just  in  death  ; 
And  if  my  soul  were  sent  to  hell, 
Thy  righteous  law  approves  it  well. 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


201 


6  Yet  save  a  trembling  sinner,  Lord ! 
Whose  hope,  still  hovering  round  thy 

word, 
Would   light  on  some  sweet  promise 

there, 
Some  sure  support  against  despair. 


■w 


645 


AV'atts. 


L.  M. 
EARY  of  wandering  from  my 
God, 

And  now  made  willing  to  return, 
I  hear,  and  bow  me  to  the  rod  ; 

For  him,  not  without  hope,  I  mourn. 

2  O  Jesus,  full  of  pardoning  grace. 

More  full  of  grace  than  I  of  sin  ; 
Yet  once  again  I  seek  thy  face. 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

3  Thou  know'st   the    way  to  bring   me 

back, 
My  fallen  spirit  to  restore  ; 
Oh,  for  thy  truth  and  mercy's  sake, 
Forgive,  and  bid  me  sin  no  niore  ! 

4  Give  to  mine  eyes  refreshing  tears, 

And  kindle  my  relentings  now  ; 
Fill  all  my  soul  with  filial  fears. 
To  thy  sweet  yoke  my  spirit  bow. 

C.  Wesley. 


64-6 


L.  M. 


I      A     BROKEN 
/\         King, 


EN  heart,   my  God,  my 


Is  all  the  sacrifice  I  bring : 
The  God  of  grace  will  ne'er  despise 
A  broken  heart  for  sacrifice. 
2  My  soul  lies  humbled  in  the  dust, 
And  owns  thy  dreadful  sentence  just: 
Look  down,  O  Lord,  with  pitying  eye, 
And  save  the  soul  condemned  to  die. 


3  Then  will  I  teach  the  world  thy  ways  ; 
Sinners  shall  learn  thy  sovereign  grace  : 
I'll  lead  them  to  my  Saviour's  blood, 
And  they  shall  praise  a  pardoning  God. 

Watts. 


647 


L.  M. 

1  '^IS'  /"ITH  broken  heart  and  contrite 

VV  sigh, 

A  trembling  sinner,  Lord,  I  cry  ; 
Thy  pardoning  grace  is  rich  and  free: 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

2  I  smite  upon  my  troubled  breast. 
With   deep    and   conscious   guilt    op- 

jDressed  ; 
Christ  and  his  cross  my  only  plea  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me ! 

3  Far  off  I  stand  with  tearful  eyes, 
Nor  dare  uplift  them  to  the  skies  ; 
But  thou  dost  all  my  anguish  see : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

4  Nor  alms,  nor  deeds  that  I  have  done. 
Can  for  a  single  sin  atone ; 

To  Calvary  alone  I  flee  : 
O  God,  be  merciful  to  me  ! 

5  And  when  redeemed  from  sin  and  hell. 
With  all  the  ransomed  throng  I  dwell, 
My  raptured  song  shall  ever  be, 

God  has  been  merciful  to  me  ! 


648 


C.  Elven. 

L.  M. 

Y   sufferings    all    to   thee    are 
known, 

Tempted  in  every  point  like  me  ; 
Regard  my  grief,  regard  thine  own  : 
Jesus,  remember  Calvary  ! 
2  For  whom  didst  thou  the  cross  endure  ? 
Who  nailed  thy  body  to  the  tree  ? 


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Did  not  thy  death  my  Hfe  procure  ? 
Oh  !  let  thy  mercy  answer  me. 

3  Art  thou  not  touched  with  human  woe? 

Hath  pity  left  the  Son  of  Man  ? 
Dost  thou  not  all  my  sorrows  know, 
And  claim  a  share  in  all  my  pain? 

4  Thou  wilt  not  break  a  bruised  reed, 

Nor  quench  the  smallest   spark  of 

grace. 
Till   through   the    soul   thy   power  is 

spread, 
Thy  all-victorious  righteousness. 

5  The  day  of  small  and  feeble  things, 

I  know  thou  never  wilt  despise  • 
I  know,  with  healing  in  his  wings. 
The    Sun    of    Righteousness   shall 
rise. 


65 


O 


649 


C.  Wesley. 


L.  M. 


LEFT  the  God  of  truth  and  light ; 
I    left   the    God   who   gave   me 
breath, 
To  wander  in  the  wilds  of  night, 
And  perish  in  the  snares  of  death! 

2  Sweet  was  his  service,  and  his  yoke 

Was  light  and  easy  to  be  borne  : 

Through  all  his  bonds  of  love  I  broke  ; 

I  cast  away  his  gifts  with  scorn ! 

3  Heart-broken,    friendless,    poor,    cast 

down. 
Where  shall  the  chief  of  sinners  fly. 
Almighty  Vengeance  !  from  thy  frown. 
Eternal  Justice  !  from  thine  eye  ? 

4  Lo  !  through  the  gloom  of  guilty  fears, 

M}^  faith  discerns  a  dawn  of  grace: 
The  Sun  of  Righteousness  appears 
In  Jesus'  reconciling  face  ! 

Montgomery. 


L.   M. 

HEN  at  thy  footstool,  Lord,  I 
bend. 

And  plead  with  thee  for  mercy  there, 
Think  of  the  sinner's  dying  Friend, 
And  for  his  sake  receive  my  prayer. 

Oh  think  not  of  my  shame  and  guilt. 
My  thousand  stains  of  deepest  d3-e  ; 

Think  of  the  blood  which  Jesus  spilt, 
And  let  that  blood  my  pardon  buy. 

Oh  think  upon  thy  holy  word. 

And  every  plighted  promise  there  ; 

How  prayer  should  evermore  be  heard, 
And  how  thy  glory  is  to  spare. 

Oh  think  not  of  my  doubts  and  fears, 
My  strivings  with  thy  grace  divine  ; 

Think  upon  Jesus'  woes  and  tears. 
And  let  his  merits  stand  for  mine. 

Thine  eye,  thine  ear,  they  are  not  dull  ; 

Thine  arm  can  never  shortened  be  ; 
Behold  me  here ;  my  heart  is  full ; 

Behold,  and  spare,  and  succor  me ! 

Lyte. 


65 


L.  M. 

|H!    that   my  load    of  sin  were 
gone ! 

Oh  !   that  I  could  at  last  submit 
At  Jesus'  feet  to  lay  it  down — 
To  lay  my  soul  at  Jesus'  feet ! 

Rest  for  my  soul  I  long  to  find  : 
Saviour  of  all,  if  mine  thou  art. 

Give  me  thy  meek  and  lowly  mind. 
And  stamp  thine  image  on  my  heart 

Break  off  the  yoke  of  inbred  sin, 
And  fully  set  my  spirit  free  : 


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203 


I  cannot  rest  till  pure  within — 
Till  I  am  wholly  lost  in  thee. 

4  Fain  would  I  learn  of  thee,  my  God  ; 

Thy  light  and  easy  burden  prove  ; — 
The    cross   all  stained  with  hallowed 
blood, 
The  labor  of  thy  dying  love. 

5  I   would  —  but    thou    must    give   the 

power ; 
My  heart  from  every  sin  release  ; 
Bring    near,    bring    near    the    joyful 

hour, 
And  fill  me  with  thy  perfect  peace  ! 

C.  Wesley. 


^SZ 


o 


652 


L.  M. 
,H!   where  is  now    that  glowing 
love 

That   marked   our   union    with  the 
Lord  ? 
Our  hearts  were  fixed  on  things  above, 
Nor  could  the  world  a  joy  aftbrd, 

2  Where  is  the  zeal  that  led  us  then 

To     make     our      Saviour's      glory 
known  ? 
That  freed  us  from  the  fear  of  men, 
And  kept  our  eye  on  him  alone? 

3  Where  are  the  happy  seasons  spent 

In  fellowship  with  him  we  loved  ? 
The  sacred  joy,  the  sweet  content. 
The     blessedness     that     then     we 
proved  ? 

4  Behold,  again  we  turn  to  thee  ; 

Oh !  cast  us  not  away,  though  vile  ; 
No  peace  we  have,  no  joy  we  see, 
O  Lord  our  God,  but  in  thy  smile. 

Kelly. 


L.  M. 

1  ''  I  ^HE   Saviour   smiles  !    upon   my 

X  soul 

New  tides  of  hope  tumultuous  roll — 
His  voice  proclaims  my  pardon  found, 
Seraphic  transport  wings  the  sound. 

2  Earth  has  a  joy  unknown  in  heaven, 
The  new-born  peace  of  sin  forgiven  ! 
Tears  of  such  pure  and  deep  delight, 
Ye  angels,  never  dimmed  your  sight. 

3  Ye  saw  of  old,  on  chaos  rise 

The  beauteous  pillars  of  the  skies  : 
Ye  know  where  morn  exulting  springs. 
And  evening  folds  her  drooping  wings. 

4  Bright  heralds  of  th'  eternal  will. 
Abroad  his  errands  ye  fulfill ; 

Or,  throned  in  floods  of  beamy  day, 
Symphonious,  in  his  presence  play.  . 

5  But  I  amid  your  choirs  shall  shine, 
And  all  your  knowledge  will  be  mine  : 
Ye  on  your  harps  must  learn  to  hear 
A  secret  chord  that  mine  will  bear. 

IIlLLHOUSE. 


654 


L.  M. 
THIRST,  thou  wounded  Lamb  oi 
God, 

To  wash  me  in  thy  cleansing  blood  ; 
To    dwell    within    thy    wounds:    then 

pain 
Is  sweet,  and  life  or  death  is  gain. 

Take  my  poor  heart,  and  let  it  be 
Forever  closed  to  all  but  thee  ; 
Seal  thou  my  breast,  and  let  me  wear 
That  pledge  of  love  forever  there. 
How  blest  are  they  who  still  abide 
Close  sheltcr'd  in  thy  bleeding  side! 


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PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


Who  thence  their  hfe  and  strength  de- 
rive, 

And  by  thee  move,  and  in  thee  live. 
4  Wliat  are  our  worlds  but  sin  and  death, 

7111  thou  thy  quick'ning  Spirit  breathe  ? 

Thou  giv'st  the   power    thy   grace  to 
move  ; 

O  wondrous  grace  !  O  boundless  love  ! 

ZiNZENDORF,  tr.  bij  J.  Weslev. 


655 


L.  M. 

1  T  ORD,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine, 

J rf  Purchased  and  saved  by  blood 

divine, 
With  full  consent  thine  I  would  be. 
And  own  thy  sov'reign  right  in  me. 

2  Grant  one  poor  sinner  more  a  place 
Among  the  children  of  thy  grace  ; 
A  wretched  sinner,  lost  to  God, 
But  ransom'd  by  Immanuel's  blood. 

3  Thine  would  I  live — thine  would  I  die  ; 
Be  thine  through  all  eternity ; 

The  vow  is  past  beyond  repeal, 
And  now  I  set  the  solemn  seal. 

4  Here,  at  that  cross  where   flows  the 

blood 
That  bought  my  guilty  soul  to  God, — 
Thee,  my  nev/  Master,  now  I  call, 
And  consecrate  to  thee  my  all, 


656 


Davies. 


L.  M. 


JUST  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 
But  that  thy  blood  was  shed  for 
me, 
And  that  thou  bid'st  me  come  to  thee, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 
Just  as  I  am,  and  waiting  not 
To  rid  my  soul  of  one  dark  blot, 


To  thee  whose  blood  can  cleanse  each 
spot, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

3  Just  as  I  am,  though  tossed  about 
With  many  a  conflict,  many  a  doubt, 
Fightings  within,  and  fears  without, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

4  Just  as  I  am — poor,  wretched,  bUnd  ; 
Sight,  riches,  healing  of  the  mind, 
Yea,  all  I  need,  in  thee  to  find, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come ! 

5  Just  as  I  am — thou  wilt  receive, 

Wilt  welcome,  pardon,  cleanse,  relieve  ; 
Because  thy  promise  I  believe, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

6  Just  as  I  am — thy  love  unknown 
Hath  broken  every  barrier  down  j 
Now,  to  be  thine,  yea,  thine  alone, 

O  Lamb  of  God,  I  come  !  I  come  ! 

Charlotte  Elliot. 


657 


L.  M. 
ESUS,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee. 

Lost  and  undone,  for  aid  I  flee ; 
Weary  of  earth,  myself,  and  sin, 
Open  thine  arms  and  take  me  in. 

2  Pity  and  save  my  ruined  soul : 

'Tis  thou  alone  canst  make  me  whole  ; 
Dark,  till  in  me  thine  image  shine, 
And  lost  I  am,  till  thou  art  mine. 

3  At  last  I  own  it  cannot  be 
That  I  should  fit  myself  for  thee: 
Flere,  then,  to  thee  I  all  resign ; 
Thine  is  the  work,  and  only  thine. 

4  What  can  I  say  thy  grace  to  move.? 
Lord,  I  am  sin— but  thou  art  love : 
I  give  up  every  plea  beside, 

Lord,  I  am  lost,— but  thou  hast  died  ! 

C.  Wesley. 


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205 


I    f~^  H,  for  a  , 
\J   To    tak 


658 


L.  M. 
glance  of  heavenly  day, 
ce    this    stubborn    heart 
away ; 
And  thaw,  with  beams  of  love  divine. 
This  heart,  this  frozen  heart  of  mine. 

2  The  rocks   can  rend  ;  the   earth  can 

quake  ; 
The    seas    can  roar ;    the    mountains 

shake  : 
Of  feeling,  all  things  show  some  sign, 
But  this  unfeeling  heart  of  mine. 

3  To  hear  the  sorrows  thou  hast  felt, 
O  Lord,  an  adamant  would  melt : 
But  I  can  read  each  moving  line, 
And  nothing  moves  this  heart  of  mine. 

4  But  Power  Divine  can  do  the  deed  ; 
And.  Lord,  that  power  I  greatly  need: 
Thy  Spirit  can  from  dross  refine. 
And  melt  and  change  this  heart  of  mine. 

Hart. 


659 


C.  M. 

1  T  ORD,   when    we    bow  before  thy 
J ^         throne. 

And  our  confessions  pour, 
Oh,  may  we  feel  the  sins  we  own, 
And  hate  what  we  deplore. 

2  Our  contrite  spirits,  pitying,  see  ; 

True  penitence  impart  ; 
And  let  a  healing  ray  from  thee 
Beam  hope  on  every  heart. 

3  When  we  disclose  our  wants  in  prayer. 

Oh,  let  our  wills  resign. 
And  not  a  thought  our  bosom  share 
Which  is  not  wholly  thine. 


4  Let  faith  each  meek  petition  fill, 
And  waft  it  to  the  skies. 
And   teach   our  hearts   'tis  goodness, 
still. 
That  grants  it,  or  denies. 

660  c.  M. 

ESUS,  and  didst  thou  condescend. 

When  vailed  in  human  clay, 
To  heal  the  sick,  the  lame,  the  blind. 
And  drive  disease  away.-" 

2  Didst  thou  regard  the  beggar's  cry. 

And  give  the  blind  to  see  ? 
Jesus,  thou  Son  of  David,  hear — 
Have  mercy,  too,  on  me. 

3  x\nd  didst  thou  pity  mortal  woe, 

And  sight  and  health  restore  ? 

Then  pity,  Lord,  and  save  my  soul, 

Which  needs  thy  mercy  more. 

4  Didst  thou  regard  thy  servant's  cry, 

When  sinking  in  the  wave? 
I  perish.  Lord — oh,  save  my  soul. 
For  thou  alone  canst  save. 

Bradley. 

661  c.M. 

1  (~\   THOU,   whose    tender   mercy 
V_-/  hears 

Contrition's  humble  sigh ; 
Whose  hand,  indulgent,  wipes  the  tears 
From  sorrow's  weeping  eye. 

2  See,  low  before  thy  throne  of  grace, 

A  wretched  wanderer  mourn  ; 
Hast  thou  not  bid  me  seek  thy  face? 
Hast  thou  not  said — "  Return  ?" 


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3  And  shall  my  guilty  fears  prevail 
To  drive  me  from  thy  feet? 
Oh,  let  not  this  dear  refuge  fail, 
This  only  safe  retreat! 

Steele. 

662  c.  M. 

,EAR  Saviour,  ^\ hen  my  thoughts 
recall 

The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
Low  at  thy  feet,  ashamed,  I  fall 
And  hide  this  wretched  face. 

2  Shall  love  like  thine  be  thus  repaid  ? 

Ah,  vile,  ungrateful  heart ! 
By  earth's  low  cares  so  oft  betrayed 
From  Jesus  to  depart. 

3  Oh,  while  I  breathe  to  thee,  my  Lord, 

The  deep,  repentant  sigh, 
Confirm  the  kind,  forgiving  word, 
With  pity  in  thine  eye  ! 

Steele. 

663  C.  M. 

1  A  PPROACH,  my  soul  !  the  mercy- 
£\.  seat. 

Where  Jesus  answers  prayer  ; 
There  humbly  fall  before  his  feet, 
For  none  can  perish  there. 

2  Thy  promise  is  my  only  plea, 

With  this  I  venture  nigh  : 
Thou  callest  burdened  souls  to  thee, 
And  such,  O  Lord  !  am  L 

3  Bowed  down  beneath  a  load  of  sin, 

By  Satan  sorely  pressed  ; 
By  wars  without,  and  fears  within, 
I  come  to  thee  for  rest. 


4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  hiding-place, 

That,  sheltered  near  thy  side, 
I  may  my  fierce  accuser  face. 
And  tell  him — thou  hast  died. 

5  Oh !  wondrous  Love — to  bleed  and  die, 

To  bear  the  cross  and  shame. 
That  guilty  sinners,  such  as  I, 
Might  plead  thy  gracious  name 


664 


Newton. 


C.  M. 

ESUS  1  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend  ; 

As  such  I  look  to  thee ; 
Now  in  the  fullness  of  thy  love, 
O  Lord  !  remember  me. 

2  Remember  thy  pure  word  of  grace — 

Remember  Calvary ; 
Remember  all  thy  dying  groans, 
And  then  remember  me. 

3  Thou  wondrous  Advocate  with  God  ! 

I  yield  myself  to  thee  ; 
While  thou  art  sitting  on  thy  throne. 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

4  Lord  !  I  am  guilty — I  am  vile, 

But  thy  salvation  's  free  ; 
Then,  in  thine  all-abounding  grace, 
Dear  Lord  !  remember  me. 

5  And,  when  I  close  my  eyes  in  death, 

When  creature-helps  all  flee, 
Then,  O  my  dear  Redeemer-God  ! 
I  pray,  remember  me. 


665 


R.  BURNHAM. 


C.  M. 


I   '^  1^  7  HEN  wounded  sore  the  stricken 
W  soul 

Lies  bleeding  and  unbound. 
One  only  hand,  a  pierced  hand. 
Can  salve  the  sinner's  wound. 


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20; 


2  When  sorrow  swells  the  laden  breast, 

And  tears  of  anguish  flow, 

One  only  heart,  a  broken  heart, 

Can  feel  the  sinner's  woe. 

3  When  penitence  has  wept  in  vain 

Over  some  foul  dark  spot, 
One  only  stream,  a  stream  of  blood, 
Can  wash  away  the  blot. 

4  'Tis  Jesus'  blood  that  washes  white, 

His  hand  that  brings  relief. 
His  heart  that 's  touched  with  all  our 
joys 
And  feeleth  for  our  grief. 

5  Lift  up  thy  bleeding  hand,  O  Lord ; 

Unseal  that  cleansing  tide  ; 
We  have  no  shelter  from  our  sin, 
But  in  that  wounded  side. 

Cecil  Frances  Alexandek. 


■s 


666  c.  M. 

WEET  was  the  time  when  first  I 
felt 

The  Saviour's  pardoning  blood 
Applied  to  cleanse  my  soul  from  guilt. 
And  bring  me  home  to  God. 

2  Soon  as  the  morn  the  liglit  revealed, 

His  praises  tuned  my  tongue  ; 
And  whe:'!  the  evening  shades  prevailed 
His  lov^e  was  all  my  song. 

3  In  prayer  my  soul  drew  near  the  Lord, 

And  saw  his  glory  shine  ; 
And  when  I  read  his  holy  word, 
I  called  each  promise  mine. 

4  But  now,  when  evening  shade  prevails. 

My  soul  in  darkness  mourns? 
And  when  the  morn  the  light  reveals, 
No  light  to  me  returns. 


5   Rise,  Lord,  and  help  me  to  prevail ; 
Oh,  make  my  soul  thy  care  ! 
I  know  thy  mercy  cannot  fail  ; 
Let  me  that  mercy  share. 


Newton. 


667 


C.  M. 
H,  that  I  knew  the  secret  place, 
Where  I  might  find  my  God  ! 
I'd  spread  my  wants  before  his  face, 
And  pour  my  woes  abroad. 

2  I'd  tell  him  how  my  sins  arise. 

What  sorrows  I  sustain  ; 
How  grace  decays,  and  comfort  dies, 
And  leaves  my  heart  in  pain. 

3  He  knows  what  arguments  I'd  take 

To  wrestle  with  my  God  : 
I'd  plead  for  his  own  mercy's  sake — 
I'd  plead  my  Saviour's  blood. 

Watts. 

668  c.  M. 

1  "PROSTRATE,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy 
X  feet 

A  guilty  rebel  lies  ; 
And  upward  to  thy  mercy-seat 
Presumes  to  lift  his  eyes. 

2  If  tears  of  sorrow  would  suffice 

To  pay  the  debt  I  owe. 
Tears  should  from  both  my  weeping 
eyes 
In  ceaseless  torrents  flow. 

3  But  no  such  sacrifice  I  plead 

To  expiate  my  guilt ; 
No  tears,  but  those  which  thou  hast 
shed, 
No  blood,  but  thou  hast  spilt. 

Stennett. 


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PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION . 


669 


C.  M. 

|H,  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee, 
I'hou  depth  of  mercy  prove, — 
Thou  vast,  unfathomable  sea 
Of  unexhausted  love. 

2  My  humbled  soul,  when  thou  art  near, 

In  dust  and  ashes  lies  : 
How  shall  a  sinful  worm  appear, 
Or  meet  thy  purer  eyes  ? 

3  I  loathe  myself  when  God  I  see, 

And  into  nothing  fall ; 
Content  if  thou  exalted  be. 
And  Christ  be  all  in  all. 


■c 


670 


C.  Wesley. 


C.  M. 


OME,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose 
breast 

A  thousand  thoughts  revolve — 
Come,  with  your  guilt  and   fear   op- 
pressed, 
And  make  this  last  resolve; 

2  "  I'll  go  to  Jesus,  though  my  sin 

Hath  like  a  mountain  rose  ; 
I  know  his  courts,  I'll  enter  in, 
Whatever  may  oppose. 

3  "Prostrate  I'll  lie  before  his  throne, 

And  there  my  guilt  confess  -, 

I'll  tell  him  I'm  a  wretch  undone, 

Without  his  sovereign  grace. 

4  "Perhaps  he  will  admit  my  plea. 

Perhaps  will  hear  my  prayer ; 
But  if  I  perish,  I  will  pray. 
And  perish  only  there, 

5  "  I  can  but  perish  if  I  go  ; 

I  am  resolved  to  try ; 
For  if  I  stay  away,  I  know 
I  must  forever  die. 


6  "  But  if  I  die  with  mercy  sought. 
When  I  the  King  have  tried. 
This  were  to  die  (delightful  thought !) 
As  sinner  never  died." 

Jones. 


67 


C.  M. 

1  AND  are  we  wretches  yet  alive? 
Jl\.     And  do  we  yet  rebel  ? 

'Tis  boundless,  'tis  amazing  love, 
That  bears  us  up  from  hell. 

2  Almighty  goodness  cries,  "  Forbear !  " 

And  straight  the  thunder  stays : 
And  dare  we  now  provoke  his  wrath 
And  weary  out  his  grace  ? 

3  Lord,  we  have  long  abused  thy  love, 

Too  long  indulged  our  sin, 
Our  aching  hearts  now  bleed  to  see 
What  rebels  we  have  been. 

Watts. 


672 


I 


CM. 
SEE  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall. 
And  mark  their  wrathful  mien  ; 
Their  shouts  of  "  Crucify !  "  appall, 
With  blasphemies  between. 

2  I  see  the  scourges  tear  his  back, 

I  see  the  piercing  crown  ; 
And  of  that  crowd  who  smite  and  mock, 
I  feel  that  I  am  one. 

3  Around  yon  Cross  a  throng  I  see, 

Mocking  the  Sufferer's  groan  ; 
Yet  still  my  voice  it  seems  to  be, 
As  if  I  mocked  alone. 

4  'Twas  I  that  shed  the  Saviour's  blood, 

I  nailed  him  to  the  tree, 
I  crucified  the  Son  of  God, 
I  joined  the  mockery. 


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5  Yet  not  the  less  that  blood  avails 
To  wash  away  my  sin ; 
And  not  the  less  that  Cross  prevails 
To  give  me  peace  within. 


673 


BONAR. 


C.  M. 


1  T  T  OW  sad  our  state  by  nature  is  ! 
J_  \_      Our  sin,  how  deep  it  stains  ! 

And  Satan  binds  our  captive  minds 
Fast  in  his  slavish  chains. 

2  But,  hark  !  a  voice  of  sovereign  love  ! 

'Tis  Christ's  inviting  word — 
"  Ho  !  ye  despairing  sinners,  come, 
And  trust  upon  the  Lord." 

3  To  the  dear  fountain  of  thy  blood, 

Incarnate  God,  I  fly  ; 
Here  let  me  wash  my  spotted  soul 
From  stains  of  deepest  dye. 

4  A  guilty,  weak,  and  helpless  worm. 

On  thy  kind  arms  I  fall  ; 
Be  thou  my  strength  and  righteousness, 
My  Saviour  and  my  all. 


674 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


I 


N  evil  long  I  took  delight, 
Unawed  by  shame  or  fear, 
Till  a  new  object  struck  my  sight, 
And  stopped  my  wild  career. 

2  I  saw  One  hanging  on  a  tree, 

In  agonies  and  blood. 
Who  fi.xed  his  languid  eyes  on  me, 
As  near  his  cross  I  stood. 

3  Sure  never  till  my  latest  breath 

Can  I  forget  that  look  : 
It  seemed  to  charge  me  with  his  death, 
Though  not  a  word  he  spoke 
14 


4  My  conscience  felt  and  owned  the  guilt, 

And  plunged  me  in  despair ; 

I  saw  my  sins  his  blood  had  spilt, 

And  helped  to  nail  him  there. 

5  Alas  !  I  knew  not  what  I  did  ! 

But  now  my  tears  are  vain  : 
Where  shall  my  trembling  soul  be  hid  ? 
For  I  the  Lord  have  slain ! 

6  A  second  look  he  gave,  which  said, 

"  I  freely  all  forgive  ; 
This  blood  is  for  thy  ransom  paid  ; 
I  die  that  thou  may'st  live." 

7  Thus,  while  his  death  my  sin  displays 

In  all  its  blackest  hue. 
Such  is  the  mystery  of  grace. 
It  seals  my  pardon  too. 


Newton. 


^n 


C.  M. 

1  "P^OREVER  here  my  rest  shall  be, 
X         Close  to  thy  bleeding  side  ; 

This  all  my  hope,  and  all  my  plea, 
For  me  the  Saviour  died  ! 

2  My  dying  Saviour  and  my  God, 

Fountain  for  guilt  and  sin, 
Sprinkle  me  ever  with  thy  blood,' 
And  cleanse  and  keep  me  clean ! 

3  Wash  me,  and  make  me  thus  thine  own. 

Wash  me,  and  mine  thou  art ! 
Wash  me,  but  not  my  feet  alone  : 
My  hands,  my  head,  my  heart .? 


C.  Weslev. 


676 


C.  p.  M. 
THOU  that  hear'st  the  prayer 
of  faith^ 

Wilt  thou  not  save  a' soul  from  death, 
That  casts  itself  on  thee : 


o 


210 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


I  have  no  refuge  of  my  own, 
But  fly  to  what  my  God  hath  done, 
And  suffered  once  for  me. 

2  Slain  in  the  guilty  sinner's  stead, 
His  spotless  righteousness  I  plead. 

And  his  availing  blood  ; 
That  righteousness  my  robe  shall  be, 
That  merit  shall  atone  for  me, 

And  bring  me  near  to  God. 

3  Then  save  me  from  eternal  death, 
The  spirit  of  adoption  breathe. 

His  consolations  send  ; 
By  him  some  word  of  life  impart, 
.\nd  sweetly  whisper  to  my  heart — 

"Thy  Maker  is  thy  Friend." 

4  The  king  of  terrors  then  would  be 
A  welcome  messenger  to  me. 

To  bid  me  come  away : 
Unclogged  by  earth,  or  earthly  things, 
I'd  mount,  I'd  fly,  with  eager  wings. 

To  everlasting  day. 


677 


TOPLADV. 


C.  p.  M. 


NO  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here, 
For   worldly  hope,   or  worldly 
fear. 
If  life  so  soon  is  gone  : 
If  now  the  Judge  is  at  the  door. 
And  all  mankind  must  stand  before 
The  inexorable  throne  ! 


No  matter  which  my  thoughts  employ, 
A  moment's  misery  or  joy  ; 

But  oh  !  when  both  shall  end, 
Where  shall  I  find  my  destined  place  ? 
Shall  I  my  everlasting  days 

With  fiends  or  angels  spend  .'' 


3  Nothing  is  worth  a  thought  beneath, 
But  how  I  may  escape  the  death 

That  never,  never  dies  ! 
How  make  mine  own  election  sure 
And  when  I  fail  on  earth,  secure 

A  mansion  in  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley. 


678 


C.  p.  M. 

1  'T'^HE  mind  was  formed,  to  mount 

X  sublime 

Beyond  the  narrow  bounds  of  time. 

To  everlasting  things ; 
But  earthly  vapors  dim  her  sight, 
And  hang,  with  cold  oppressive  weight, 

Upon  her  drooping  wings. 

2  Bright  scenes  of  bliss,  unclouded  skies 
Invite  my  soul ; — oh  !  could  I  rise, 

Nor  leave  a  thought  below, 
I'd  bid  farewell  to  anxious  care. 
And  say  to  every  tempting  snare, — 

Heaven  calls  and  I  must  go  ! 

Steele. 


679 


S.  M. 
S  this  the  kind  return .? 

Are  these  the  thanks  we  owe  ? 
Thus  to  abuse  eternal  love, 
Whence  all  our  blessings  flow. 

2  To  what  a  stubborn  frame 

Flas  sin  reduced  our  mind  ! 
What  strange,  rebellious  wretches  we. 
And  God  as  strangely  kind  ! 

3  Turn,  turn  us,  mighty  God, 

And  mould  our  souls  afresh  ; 
Break,  sovereign  grace,  these  hearts  of 
stone, 
And  g;ive  us  hearts  of  flesh. 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


211 


Watts. 
7s. 


4  Let  past  ingratitude 

Provoke  our  weeping  eyes, 
And  hourly,  as  new  mercies  fall, 
Let  hourly  thanks  arise. 

680 

1  T    AM  coming  to  the  cross  ; 

X      I  am  poor,  and  weak,  and  blind ; 
1  am  counting  all  but  dross  ; 
I  shall  thy  salvation  find. 

2  Long  my  heart  has  sighed  for  thee  ; 

Long  has  evil  reigned  within  ; 
Jesus  sweetly  speaks  to  me, 
I  will  cleanse  you  from  all  sin. 

3  Here  I  give  my  all  to  thee — 

Friends,  and  time,  and  earthly  store  ; 
Soul  and  body  thine  to  be — 
Wholly  thine — forevermore. 

4  In  the  promises  I  trust ; 

Now  I  feel  the  blood  applied 
I  am  prostrate  in  the  dust ; 
I  with  Christ  am  crucified. 

C/ionis. 
I  am  trusting,  Lord,  in  thee, 
Dear  Lamb  of  Calvary  ; 
Humbly  at  the  cross  I  bow  ; 
Save  me,  Jesus,  save  me  now. 

W.  McDonald. 


681 


S.  M. 


DID  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep. 
And  shall  our  cheeks  be  dry  ? 
Let  floods  of  penitential  grief 
Burst  forth  from  every  eye. 
The  Son  of  God  in  tears 

The  wondering  angels  see ; 
Be  thou  astonished,  O  my  soul ; 
He  shed  those  tears  for  thee. 


3  He  wept  that  we  might  weep ; 
Each  sin  demands  a  tear : 
In  heaven  alone  no  sin  is  found. 
And  there's  no  weeping  there. 


682 


Beddome. 


S.  M. 


1  A^^D  can  I  yet  delay 

l\     My  little  all  to  give  ?— 
To  tear  my  soul  from  earth  away, 
And  Jesus  to  receive  ? 

2  Nay,  but  I  yield,  I  yield  ! 

I  can  hold  out  no  more : 
I  sink,  by  dying  love  compelled, 
And  own  thee  Conqueror. 

3  Though  late,  I  all  forsake  ; 

My  friends,  my  all,  resign  ;     » 
Gracious  Redeemer,  take,  oh,  take. 
And  seal  me  ever  thine. 

4  Come,  and  possess  me  whole. 

Nor  hence  again  remove : 
Settle  and  ^^y.  my  wavering  soul 
With  all  thy  weight  of  love. 


C.  AVesley. 


68 


v)  S.  M. 

1  T  T  NTO  thine  altar.  Lord, 

\_)       A  broken  heart  I  bring; 

And  wilt  thou  graciously  accept 

Of  such  a  worthless  thing  ? 

2  To  Christ,  the  bleeding  Lamb, 

My  faith  directs  her  eyes  ; 
Thou  may'st  reject  that  worthless  thing. 
But  not  his  sacrifice. 

3  When  he  gave  up  his  life. 

The  law  was  satisfied  ; 
And  now  to  its  most  rigorous  claims 
I  answer,  "Jesus  died." 


212 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


684 


S.  M. 


J 


D. 


1  1~A  ID  Jesus  weep  for  me  ? 

\^     And  sigh  o'er  sinners  here  ? 
My  soul  that  weeping  Saviour  see, 
And  shed  thyself  a  tear. 

2  Did  Jesus  pray  for  me  ? 

For  such  a  wand'rer  care  ? 
My  heart  subdued  and  broken  be, 
And  drawn  to  him  in  prayer. 

3  Did  Jesus  die  for  me .'' 

Oh,  depth  of  love  divine ! 
I  die  to  sin — I'll  live  to  thee ; 
O  Saviour,  make  me  thine ! 

S.  D.  Phelps 
685       - 

-J  7s 

ESUS,  lover  of  my  soul, 

Let  me  to  thy  bosom  fly, 
While  the  billows  near  me  roll. 
While  the  tempest  still  is  high ; 
Hide  me,  O  my  Saviour,  hide, 
Till  the  storm  of  life  is  past; 
Safe  into  the  haven  guide. 
Oh,  receive  my  soul  at  last. 

2  Other  refuge  have  I  none ; 

Hangs  my  helpless  soul  on  thee : 
Leave,  ah  !  leave  me  not  alone. 

Still  support  and  comfort  me  : 
All  my  trust  on  thee  is  stayed. 

All  my  help  from  thee  I  bring; 
Cover  my  defenceless  head 

With  the  shadow  of  thy  wing. 

3  Thou,  O  Christ,  art  all  I  want, 

More  than  all  in  thee  I  find  : 
Raise  the  fallen,  cheer  the  faint. 
Heal  the  sick,  and  lead  the  blind  : 


Just  and  holy  is  thy  name  ; 

I  am  all  unrighteousness  : 
False  and  full  of  sin  I  am  ; 

Thou  art  full  of  truth  and  grace. 

4  Plenteous  grace  with  thee  is  found, 

Grace  to  cover  all  my  sin ; 
Let  the  healing  streams  abound, 

Make  and  keep  me  pure  within  : 
Thou  of  life  the  fountain  art, 

Freely  let  me  take  of  thee  ; 
Spring  thou  up  within  my  heart; 

Rise  to  all  eternity. 


C.  Wesley. 


686 


8s,  7s&3s. 

1  TORD,  I  hear  of  show'rs  of  blessing, 
J J     Thou    art    scatt'ring,    full   and 

free — 
Show'rs,  the  thirsty  land  refreshing; 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me, — 
Even  me,  even  me. 
Let  some  droppings  fall  on  me. 

2  Pass  me  not,  O  God,  our  Father  ! 

Sinful  though  my  heart  may  be; 
Thou  might'st  leave  me,  but  the  rather 
Let  thy  mercy  light  on  me  ! — 

Even  me. 

3  Pass  mc  not,  O  gracious  Saviour! 

Let  me  live  and  cling  to  thee; 
For  Em  longing  for  thy  favor ; 

Whilst  thou  art  calling,  oh !  call  me — 
Even  me. 

4  Pass  me  not,  O  mighty  Spirit ! 

•     Thou  canst  make  the  blind  to  see  ; 
Witnesser  of  Jesus'  merit ! 

Speak  some  word  of  power  to  me — 
Even  me. 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


213 


5  Have  I  long  in  sin  been  sleeping — 

Long  been  slighting,  grieving  thee  ? 
Has  the  world  my  heart  been  keeping? 
Oh  !  forgive,  and  rescue  me  ! — 
Even  me. 

6  Love  of  God — so  pure  and  changeless  ; 

Blood  of  Christ — so  rich,  so  free  ; 
Grace  of  God— so  strong  and  boundless, 
Magnify  it  all  in  me ! — 

Even  me. 


687 


CM. 

1  I   "'ATHER,  I  stretch   my  hands  to 
X/  thee ; 

No  other  help  I  know ; 
If  thou  withdraw  thyself  from  me, 
Ah,  whither  shall  I  go.'' 

2  What  did  thine  only  Son  endure 

Before  I  drew  my  breath  ! 
What  pain,  what  labor,  to  secure 
My  soul  from  endless  death! 

3  Author  of  faith,  to  thee  I  lift 

My  weary,  longing  eyes ; 
Oh,  may  I  now  receive  that  gift ; 
My  soul,  without  it,  dies. 

Chorus.  C.  Wesley. 

I  do  believe,  I  now  believe 

That  Jesus  died  for  me  ; 
And  through  his  blood,  his  precious 
blood, 

I  shall  from  sin  be  free, 

688  7s.    D. 

I    OAVIOUR,  when  in  dust,  to  thee 
w3   Low  we  bow  th'  adoring  knee  ; 
When,  repentant,  to  the  skies 
Scarce  we  lift  our  streaming  eyes  : 
Oh  !  by  all  thy  pain  and  woe. 
Suffered  once  for  man  below, 


Bending  from  thy  throne  on  high, 
Hear  thy  people  while  they  cry  ! 

2  By  thy  birth  and  early  years, 
By  thy  human  griefs  and  fears, 
By  thy  fasting  and  distress 

In  the  lonely  wilderness  : 
By  thy  victory  in  the  hour 
Of  the  subtle  tempter's  power; 
Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 
Hear  thy  people  while  they  cry. 

3  By  thine  hour  of  dark  despair. 
By  thine  agony  of  prayer, 

By  thy  purple  robe  of  scorn. 

By  thy  wounds — thy  crown  of  thorn  ; 

By  thy  cross — thy  pangs  and  cries  ; 

By  thy  perfect  sacrifice  ; 

Jesus,  look  with  pitying  eye  ; 

Hear  thy  people  while  they  cry. 


J 


689 


P.  M 
ESUS,  I  come — I  come  to-night ; 
Restore  to  me  my  blinded  sight : 
And  in  my  soul,  "  let  there  be  light  I"' 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  come  ! 

2  Jesus,  I  come — I  cannot  stay 
From  thee  another  precious  day ; 

I  would  thy  word  this  night  obey — 
Jesus,  to  thee  I  come  ! 

3  Jesus,  I  come — "just  as  I  am," 
To  thee,  the  holy,  spotless  Lamb  ; 
Thou  wilt  receive  me  as  I  am — 

Jesus,  to  thee  I  come  ! 


690 


7s.  6  lines. 


I    T3ITY,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay, 
X      Who  can  only  weep  and  pray, 
Only  on  thy  love  depend,- 
Thou  who  art  the  sinner's  Friend, 


214 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


Thou,  the  sinner's  only  plea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 

2  From  thy  flock  a  straying  lamb. 
Tender  Shepherd,  though  I  am, 
Now  upon  the  mountain  cold. 
Lost,  I  long  to  gain  the  fold, 
And  within  thine  arms  to  be  ; 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 

3  Oh,  where  stillest  streams  are  poured. 
In  green  pastures,  lead  me,  Lord  ! 
Bring  me  back,  where  angels  sound 
Joy  to  the  poor  wanderer  found  ; 
Evermore  my  Shepherd  be  ; 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pity  me  ! 


69 


H 


7s.  6  lines. 

EART  of  stone,  relent,  relent ! 
Break,  by  Jesus'  cross  subdued ! 
See  his  body  mangled,  rent, 
Covered  with  a  gore  of  blood  ; 
Sinful  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  ? 
Crucified  the  Incarnate  Son ! 

2  Yes,  thy  sins  have  done  the  deed, 
Driven  the  nails  that  fixed  him  there. 
Crowned  with  thorns  his  sacred  head, 
Pierced  him  with  the  cruel  spear. 
Made  his  soul  a  sacrifice. 

While  for  sinful  man  he  dies  ! 

3  Wilt  thou  let  him  bleed  in  vain  ? 
Still  to  death  thy  Lord  pursue .'' 
Open  all  his  wounds  again. 
And  the  shameful  cross  renew  ? 
No  ;  with  all  my  sins  I'll  part; 
Break,  oh  break,  my  bleeding  heart ! 

C.  Weslev. 


692 


7s.  6  lines. 
OCK  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 
Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee  ; 
Let  the  water  and  the  blood. 
From  thy  riven  side  which  flowed. 
Be  of  sin  the  double  cure  ; 
Cleanse  me  from  its  guilt  and  power. 

2  Not  the  labors  of  my  hands 
Can  fulfill  thy  laws'  demands  ; 
Could  my  zeal  no  respite  know, 
Could  my  tears  forever  flow. 
All  for  sin  could  not  atone  ; 
Thou  must  save,  and  thou  alone. 

3  Nothing  in  my  hand  I  bring ; 
Simply  to  the  cross  I  cling; 
Naked,  come  to  thee  for  dress  ; 
Helpless,  look  to  thee  for  grace; 
Foul,  I  to  the  Fountain  fly ; 
Wash  me.  Saviour,  or  I  die ! 

4  While  I  draw  this  fleeting  breath, 
When  my  eyelids  close  in  death, 
When  I  soar  to  worlds  unknown, 
See  thee  on  the  judgment-throne, 
Rock  of  Ages,  cleft  for  me. 

Let  me  hide  myself  in  thee. 


693 


TOPLADY. 

7s.  6  lines, 
no     lonsrer 


1  TT  rEEPING     soul,     i 

V  V  mourn ; 

Jesus  all  thy  griefs  hath  borne  ; 
View  him  bleeding  on  the  tree. 
Pouring  out  his  life  for  thee ; 
There  thy  every  sin  he  bore, 
Weeping  soul,  lament  no  more. 

2  All  thy  crimes  on  him  were  laid 
See  upon  his  blameless  head 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


215 


Wrath  its  utmost  vengeance  pours, 
Due  to  my  offence  and  yours  ; 
Weary  sinner,  keep  thine  eyes 
On  the  atoning  sacrifice. 

3  Cast  thy  guilty  soul  on  him, 
Find  him  mighty  to  redeem  ; 
At  his  feet  thy  burden  lay. 
Look  thy  doubts  and  fears  away  \ 
Now  by  faith  the  Son  embrace, 
Plead  his  promise,  trust  his  grace. 

4  Lord,  thy  arm  must  be  revealed, 
Ere  I  can  by  faith  be  healed ; 
Since  I  scarce  can  look  to  thee, 
Cast  a  gracious  eye  on  me  ; 

At  thy  feet  myself  I  la}^. 
Shine,  oh,  shine  my  sins  away. 


694 


TOPLADY. 


1  /^"^  OD  of  mercy  !  God  of  love! 
V_T     Hear      our      sad,      repentant 

song ; 
Sorrow  dwells  on  every  face, 
Penitence  on  every  tongue. 

2  Deep  regret  for  follies  past, 

Talents  wasted,  time  misspent ; 
Hearts  debased  by  worldly  cares, 
Thankless  for  the  blessings  lent; 

3  Foolish  fears  and  fond  desires. 

Vain  regrets  for  things  as  vain  ; 
Lips  too  seldom  taught  to  praise. 
Oft  to  murmur  and  complain  ; 

4  These,  and  every  secret  fuilt. 

Filled    with   grief    and    shame   we 
own  ; 
Humbled  at  thy  feet  we  lie. 

Seeking  pardon  from  thy  throne. 


5  God  of  mercy  !  God  of  grace  ! 

Hear  our  sad,  repentant  songs  ; 
Oh,  restore  thy  suppliant  race, 
Thou  to  whom  all  praise  belongs  ! 

J.  Tayloe. 


695 


7s. 
OES  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 
Rest  for  those  that  weary  be.'' 
Then,  my  soul,  put  in  thy  claim — 
Sure  that  promise  speaks  to  thee ! 

2  Marks  of  grace  I  cannot  show, 

All  polluted  is  my  best ; 
But  I  weary  am,  I  knov/, 
And  the  weary  long  for  rest. 

3  Burdened  with  a  load  of  sin, 

Harassed  with  tormenting  doubt, 
Hourly  conflicts  from  within, 
Flourly  crosses  from  without ; — 

4  All  my  little  strength  is  gone. 

Sink  I  must  without  supply; 
Sure  upon  the  earth  is  none 
Can  more  weary  be  than  I. 

5  In  the  ark  the  weary  dove 

Found  a  welcome  resting-place; 
Thus  my  spirit  longs  to  prove 
Rest  in  Christ,  the  Ark  of  grace. 

6  Tempest-tossed  I  long  have  been. 

And  the  flood  increases  fast ; 
Open,  Lord,  and  take  me  in. 
Till  the  storm  be  overpast ! 


696 


Newton. 


7s. 


I    f^  ENTLY,  gently,  lay 
VJJ"   On  my  sinful  head, 


the  rod 
my  smtul  nead,  O  God! 
Stay  thy  wrath,  in  mercy  stay, 
Lest  I  sink  beneath  its  sway. 


21G 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION, 


2  Heal  me,  for  my  flesh  is  weak  ; 
Heal  me,  for  thy  grace  I  seek ; 
This  my  only  plea  I  make, — 
Heal  me  for  thy  mercy's  sake. 

3  Who,  within  the  silent  grave, 
Shall  proclaim  thy  power  to  save? 
Lord,  my  sinking  soul  reprieve  ; 
Speak,  and  I  shall  rise  and  live. 

4  Lo  !  he  comes — he  lieeds  my  plea ; 
Lo !  he  comes — the  shadows  flee  ; 
Glory  round  me  dawns  once  more ; 
Rise,  my  spirit !  and  adore. 


Lyte. 


697 


■J 


7s,6s&8s. 

ESUS,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Call  back  a  wandering  sheep ; 
False  to  thee,  like  Peter,  I 
Would  fain  like  Peter  weep  ! 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me,  Lord ! 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone, 
Let  me  be  by  grace  restored, 

On  me  be  all  long-suffering  shown. 

2  Saviour,  Prince,  enthroned  above, 

Repentance  to  impart. 
Give  me,  through  thy  dying  love, 

The  humble,  contrite  heart : 
Give  what  I  have  long  implored, 

A  portion  of  thy  grief  unknown; 
Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord  ! 

And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

3  For  thine  own  compassion's  sake, 

The  gracious  wonder  show ; 
Cast  my  sins  behind  thy  back. 
And  wash  me  white  as  snow : 


If  thy  mercies  now  are  stirred, 
If  now  I  do  myself  bemoan. 

Turn,  and  look  upon  me.  Lord ! 
And  break  my  heart  of  stone. 

C.  Wesley. 


698 


7s,  6s&8s. 

1  T   TAIN,  delusive  world,  adieu, 

V       With  all  of  creature  good ! 
Only  Jesus  I  pursue. 

Who  bought  me  with  his  blood  : 
All  thy  pleasures  I  forego  ; 

1  trample  on  thy  wealth  and  pride ; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

2  Other  knowledge  I  disdain  ; 

'Tis  all  but  vanity  : 
Christ,  the  Lamb  of  God,  was  slain, — 

He  tasted  death  for  me. 
Me  to  save  from  endless  woe 

The  sin-atoning  Victim  died  : 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 

3  Him  to  know  is  life  and  peace, 

And  pleasure  without  end; 
This  is  all  my  happiness, 

On  Jesus  to  depend  ; 
Daily  in  his  grace  to  grow. 

And  ever  in  his  faith  abide; 
Only  Jesus  will  I  know. 

And  Jesus  crucified. 


699 


C.  'Wesley. 


8s&7s. 


tORD,  I  know  thy  grace  is  nigh  me, 
_/  Though  thyself  I  cannot  see  ; 
Jesus,  Master,  pass  not  by  me ; 
Son  of  David,  pity  me. 


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2  While  I  sit  in  weary  blindness, 

Longing  for  the  blessed  light, 
Many  taste  thy  loving-kindness  ; 
"  Lord,  I  would  receive  my  sight." 

3  I  would  see  thee  and  adore  thee, 

And  thy  word  the  power  can  give  ; 
Hear  the  sightless  soul  implore  thee ; 
Let  me  see  thy  face  and  live. 

4  Ah  !  what  touch  is  this  that  thrills  me? 

What  this  burst  of  strange  delight  ? 
Lo,  the  rapturous  vision  fills  me  ! 
This  is  Jesus  !  this  is  sight ! 

5  Room,   ye  saints  that  throng   behind 

him  ! 
Let  me  follow  in  the  way ; 
I  will  teach  the  blind  to  find  him 
Who  can  turn  their  night  to  day. 

Ganse. 

700  7s. 

I EPTH  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 
Mercy  still  reserved  for  me  ? 
Can  my  God  his  wrath  forbear? 
Me,  the  chief  of  sinners,  spare  ? 

2  I  have  long  withstood  his  grace  ; 
Long  provoked  him  to  his  face  ; 
Would  not  hearken  to  his  calls ; 
Grieved  him  by  a  thousand  falls. 

3  Now  incline  me  to  repent ; 
Let  me  now  my  sins  lament ; 
Now  my  foul  revolt  deplore. 
Weep,  believe,  and  sin  no  more. 

4  Kindled  his  relentings  are  ; 
Me  he  now  delights  to  spare; 
Cries,  "How  shall  I  give  thee  up?" 
Lets  the  lifted  thunder  drop. 


5  There  for  me  the  Saviour  stands, 
Shows  his   wounds,   and   spreads  his 

hands ; 
God  is  love  !  I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still. 

C.  Wesley. 

Chorus. 

God  is  love  !   I  know,  I  feel ; 
Jesus  weeps,  and  loves  me  still ; 
Jesus  weeps ;  he  weeps,  and  loves 
■     me  still. 


701 


P.  M. 


OTHING  but  leaves  I  the  spirit 
grieves 
Over  a  wasted  life  ; 
O'er  sins   indulged  while   conscience 

slept, 
O'er  vows  and  promises  unkept, 
And  reap  from  years  of  strife — 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

2  Nothing    but     leaves !     no    gathered 

sheaves 
Of  life's  fair  ripening  grain  ; 
We    sow   our    seeds,    lo!    tares    and 

weeds. 
Words,  idle  words  for  earnest  deeds, 
We.  reap  with  toil  and  pain — ■ 
Nothing  but  leaves. 

3  Nothing     but     leaves!     sad    memory 

weaves 
No  veil  to  hide  the  past ; 
And  as  we  trace  our  weary  way, 
Counting  each  lost  and  misspent  day, 
Sadly  we  find  at  last — 
Nothing  but  leaves. 


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4  Ah !  who  shall  thus  the  Master  meet, 
Bearing  but  withered  leaves  ? 
Ah !  who  shall  at  the  Saviour's  feet, 
Before  the  awful  judgment-seat, 
Lay  down,  for  golden  sheaves, 
Nothinjr  but  leaves  ? 


702 


lOs. 

1  f~^  O,  and  tell  Jesus,  weary,  sin-sick 
V_T         soul. 

He'll  ease  thee  of  thy  burden,  make 

thee  whole  ; 
Look  up  to  him,  he  only  can  forgive, 
Believe  on  him,  and  thou  shalt  surely 

live. 

2  Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  when  your  sins  arise 
Like  mountains  of  deep  guilt  before 

your  eyes  : 
His  blood  was  spilt,  his  precious  life 

he  gave, 
That  mercy,   peace  and   pardon   you 

might  have. 

3  Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  he'll  dispel  thy  fears. 
Will  calm  thy  doubts,  and  wipe  away 

thy  tears ; 
He'll  take  thee  in  his  arm,  and  on  his 

breast 
Thou    may'st   be    happy,   and  forever 

rest. 

Chorus. 

Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive  ; 
Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  oh,  turn  to  him  and 

live. 
Go,  and.  tell  Jesus  ;  go,  and  tell  Jesus  ; 
Go,  and  tell  Jesus,  he  only  can  forgive. 


l^Z  C.  P.  M. 

1  A  WAKED  by  Sinai's  awful  sound, 
ir\.   My   soul    in   bonds    of  guilt  I 

found. 

And  knew  not  where  to  go ; 
One  solemn  truth  increased  my  pain. 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  to  endless  w^oe. 

2  I  heard  the  law  its  thunders  roll. 
While  guilt  lay  heavy  on  my  soul — 

A  vast  opi^ressive  load  ; 
All  creature-aid  I  saw  was  vain ; 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  drink  the  wrath  of  God. 

3  The  saints  I  heard  \vith  rapture  tell — 
How  Jesus  conquered  death  and  hell 

To  bring  salvation  near  ; 
Yet  still  I  found  this  truth  remain — 
The  sinner  "  must  be  born  again," 

Or  sink  in  deep  despair. 

4  But  while  I  thus  in  anguish  lay, 

The  bleeding  Saviour  passed  that  way, 

My  bondage  to  remove  ; 
The  sinner,  once  by  justice  slain, 
Now  by  his  grace  is  born  again. 

And  sings  redeeming  love. 

OCKUM. 

704  C.  p.  M. 

'ORD,  thou  hast  won — at  length  I 
yield, 
My  heart,  by  mighty  grace  compelled. 

Surrenders  all  to  thee  : 
Against  thy  terrors  long  I  strove. 
But  who  can  stand  against  thy  love  ? — 
Love  conquers  even  me. 


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2  Yes,  since  thou  hast  thy  love  revealed, 
And  shown  my  soul  a  pardon  sealed, 

I  can  resist  no  more  ; 
Couldst  thou  for  such  a  sinner  bleed  ? 
Canst  thou  for  such  a  rebel  plead  ? 

I  wonder  and  adore  ! 

3  If  thou  hadst  bid  thy  thunders  roll, 
And  lightnings  flash  to  blast  my  soul, 

I  still  had  stubborn  been  ; 
But  mercy  has  my  heart  subdued, 
A  bleeding  Saviour  I  have  viewed. 

And  now,  I  hate  my  sin. 

4  Now,  Lord,  I  would  be  thine  alone — 
Come,  take  possession  of  thine  own. 

For  thou  hast  set  me  free ; 
Released  from  Satan's  hard  command. 
See  all  my  powers  in  waiting  stand. 

To  be  employed  by  thee. 

Newton. 


J. 


l^S  8s&7s. 

ESUS,  I  my  cross  have  taken. 

All  to  leave,  and  follow  thee ; 
Naked,  poor,  despised,  forsaken, 

Thou,  from  hence,  my  all  shalt  be  ! 
Perish,  every  fond  ambition. 

All  I've  sought,  or  hoped,  or  known, 
Yet  how  rich  is  my  condition, 

God  and  heaven  are  still  my  own  ! 

2  Let  the  world  despise  and  leave  me, 

They  have  left  my  Saviour,  too  ; 
Human  hearts  and  looks  deceive  me — 

Thou  art  not,  like  them,  untrue  ; 
Oh  !  while  thou  dost  smile  upon  me, 

God  of  wisdom,  love,  and  might. 
Foes  may  hate,  and  friends  disown  me, 

Show  thy  face,  and  all  is  bright. 


3  Man  may  trouble  and  distress  me, 

'Twill  but  drive  me  to  thy  breast, 
Life  with  trials  hard  may  press  me, 

Heaven  will  bring  me  sweeter  rest ! 
Oh  !  'tis  not  in  grief  to  harm  me, 

While  thy  love  is  left  to  me  ; 
Oh  !  'twere  not  in  joy  to  charm  me. 

Were  that  joy  unmixed  with  thee. 

4  Go  then,  earthly  fame  and  treasure ! 

Come  disaster,  scorn,  and  pain  ! 
In  thy  service  jDain  is  pleasure, 

With  thy  favor,  loss  is  gain. 
I  have  called  thee,  Abba,  Father ! 

I  have  stayed  my  heart  on  thee  ! 
Storms   may   howl,    and   clouds  may 
gather, 

AH  must  work  for  good  to  me. 

5  Soul,  then  know  thy  full  salvation. 

Rise  o'er  sin,  and  fear,  and  care  ; 
Joy  to  find  in  every  station 

Something  still  to  do  or  bear. 
Think  what  Spirit  dwells  within  thee  ; 

Think   what    Father's     smiles    are 
thine ; 
Think  that  Jesus  died  to  win  thee  ; 

Child  of  heaven,  canst  thou  repine  ? 

6  Haste  thee  on  from  grace  to  glory, 

Armed    by   faith,    and    winged   by 
prayer^,,  |v: 

Heaven's  etefn'&Y'day 's  before  thee  : 
God's   o\\uiV«5a^d  shall  guide  thee 
there": 
Soon  shall  close  thy  earthly  mission, 

Soon  shall  pass  thy  pilgrim  days, 
Hope  shall  change  to  glad  fruition. 
Faith  to  sight,  and  prayer  to  praise. 

Lyte. 


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706 


L.  M. 

1  T   SEND  the  joys  of  earth  away; 

X      Away  !  ye  tempters  of  the  mind, 
False  as  the  smooth,  deceitful  sea. 
And  empty  as  the  whistling  wind  ! 

2  Your  streams  were  floating  me  along, 

Down  to  the  gulf  of  black  despair  ; 
And  while  I  listened  to  your  song, 
Your   streams    had   e'en   conveyed 
me  there. 

3  Lord !  I  adore  thy  matchless  grace, 

Which    warned    me    of    that    dark 
abyss. 
Which  drew   me  from   those   treach- 
erous seas. 

And  bade  me  seek  superior  bliss. 

4  Now  to  the  shining  realms  above 

I  stretch  ray  hands  and  glance  my 
eyes ; 
Oh  for  the  pinions  of  a  dove. 
To  bear  me  to  the  upper  skies  ! 

V\'atts. 

1^1  L.M. 

1  "\  T  O  more,  my   God,  I   boast   no 
i.  ^  more 

Of  all  the  duties  I  have  done  ; 
I  quit  the  hopes  I  held  before, 
To  trust  the  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Now,  for  the  love  I  bear  his  name, 

What  was  my  gain  I  count  my  loss  ; 
My  former  pride  I  call  my  shame, 
And  nail  my  glory  to  his  cross. 

3  Yes,  and  I  must  and  will  esteem 

All  things  but  loss  for  Jesus'  sake  ; 
Oh,  may  my  soul  be  found  in  him, 
And  of  his  righteousness  partake. 

Watts. 


70S  L  „ 

ESUS,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone — 

He,  whom  I  fix  my  hopes  upon  ; 
His  track  I  see,  and  I'll  pursue 
The  narrow  way,  till  him  I  view. 

2  The  wa}-  the  holy  prophets  went, — 
The  road  that  leads  from  banishment, 
The  King's  highway  of  holiness, 

I'll  go,  for  all  his  paths  are  peace. 

3  This  is  the  way  I  long  had  sought, 
And  mourned  because  I  found  it  not ; 
My  grief,  my  burden,  long  have  been 
Because  I  could  not  cease  from  sin. 

4  The  more  I  strove  against  their  power, 
I  sinned  and  stumbled  but  the  more ; 
Till  late  I  heard  my  Saviour  say, 

"  Come  hither,  soul,  for  I'm  the  Way  !  " 

5  Lo  !    glad   I   come,    and    thou,  blest 

Lamb, 
Shalt  take  me  to  thee,  as  I  am : 
Nothing  but  sin  I  thee  caii  give  ; 
Nothing  but  love  shall  I  receive. 

6  I'll  tell  to  all  poor  sinners  round 
What  a  dear  Saviour  I  have  found ; 
I'll  point  to  thy  redeeming  blood. 
And  say,  ''  Behold  the  way  to  God  !  " 

Cennick. 

709  7s  &  6s. 

H,  who'll  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
The  lowly  Nazarene  ? 
And  raise  the  blood-stained  banner. 
Amid  the  hosts  of  sin  ? 
2  Oh,  who  will  follow  Jesus, 

Amid  reproach  and  shame? 
Where  others  shrink  and  falter, 
Who'll  glory  in  his  name  ? 


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3  My  all  to  Christ  I've  given, 

My  talents,  time,  and  voice, 
Myself,  my  reputation, 

The  lone  way  is  my  choice. 

4  O  Jesus,  precious  Saviour, 

My  all-suflficient  Friend  ! 

Come,  fold  me  to  thy  bosom, 

E'en  to  the  journey's  end. 

Hartsough. 

Cho7-us. 
The  Cross  for  Christ  I'll  cherish, 

Its  crucifixion  bear ; 
All  hail  I   reproach  or  sorrow. 

If  Jesus  leads  me  there. 

7^0  7s&6s. 

1  A  SHAMED  to  be  a  Christian, 
£\.     Afraid  the  world  should  know 
I'm  on  the  way  to  Zion, 

Where  joys  eternal  flow  ! 
Forbid  it,  blessed  Saviour, 

That  I  should  ever  be 
Afraid  the  cross  to  cherish, 

Or  blush  to  follow  thee. 

2  Ashamed  to  be  a  Christian, 

To  love  my  God  and  King ! 
The  fire  of  zeal  is  burning, 

My  soul  is  on  the  wing. 
I  want  a  faith  made  perfect, 

That  all  the  world  may  see, 
I  stand  a  living  witness. 

Of  mercy,  rich  and  free. 

7^^  7s&6s. 

I '  /'~\  LORD,  thy  heavenly  grace  im- 
vJ'         part, 

And  fix  my  frail,  inconstant  heart ; 
Henceforth  my  chief  desire  shall  be, 
To  dedicate  mvself  to  thee. 


2  Whate'er  pursuits  my  time  employ. 
One   thought   shall  fill  my  soul  with 

joy; 

That  silent,  secret  thought  shall  be, 
That  all  my  hopes  are  fixed  on  thee. 

3  Renouncing  every  worldly  thing. 
And  safe  beneath  thy  spreading  wing. 
My  sweetest  thought  henceforth  shall 

be, 
That  all  I  want  I  find  in  thee. 

J.  F.  Oberlin. 

712  L.M. 

1  T  ESUS  !  and  shall  it  ever  be, 
A  mortal  man  ashamed  of  thee  ! 

Ashamed    of    thee,    whom    angels 

praise, 
Whose  glories  shine  through  endless 

days ! 

2  Asham'd  of  Jesus  !  sooner  far 
Let  evening  blush  to  own  a  star : 
He  sheds  the  beams  of  light  divine 
O'er  this  benighted  soul  of  mine. 

3  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — ^just  as  soon 
Let  midnight  be  asham'd  of  noon: 
'Tis  midnight  with  my  soul,  till  he. 
Bright  morning  Star,  bid  darkness  flee. 

4  Asham'd  of  Jesus  ! — that  dear  Friend 
On  whom  my  hopes  of  heav'n  depend  ? 
No !  when  I  blush,  be  this  my  shame, 
That  I  no  more  revere  his  name. 

5  Asham'd  of  Jesus! — yes,  I  may. 
When  I've  no  guilt  to  wash  away  ; 
No  tear  to  wipe ;  no  good  to  crave  ; 
No  fear  to  quell — no  soul  to  save. 


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6  Till  then — nor  is  my  boasting  vain — 
Till  then  I  boast  a  Saviour  slain ! 
And  oh,  may  this  my  glory  be, 
That  Christ  is  not  asham'd  of  me  ! 

Gregg. 

713  L.M. 

AIL,  sov'reign  love,  that  form'd 
the  plan 
To  save  rebellious,  ruin'd  man, 
Hail,  matchless,  free,  eternal  grace. 
That  gave  my  soul  a  hiding-place. 

2  Against  the  God  that  rules  the  sky 
I  fought,  with  weapons  lifted  high  ; 
I  madly  ran  the  sinful  race. 
Regardless  of  a  hiding-place. 

3  Yet  when  God's  justice  rose  in  view. 
To  Sinai's  burning  mount  I  flew  ; 
Keen  were  the  pangs  of  my  distress, — 
The  mountain  was  no  hiding-place. 

4  But  a  celestial  voice  I  heard, 

A  bleeding  Saviour  then  appear'd. 
Led  by  the  Spirit  of  his  grace, — 
I  found  in  him  a  hiding-place. 


T 


714- 


Brewer. 


L.  M. 


^HE  wondering  world  inquires  to 
know. 

Why  I  should  love  my  Jesus  so  : 
"What    are    his    charms,"    say   they, 

" above 
The  objects  of  a  mortal  love  ?" 

2  All  human  beauties,  all  divine. 
In  my  beloved  meet  and  shine. 
The  fairest  of  ten  thousand  fairs, 
A  sun  amongst  ten  thousand  stars. 


All  over  glorious  is  my  Lord, 
He  is  beloved  and  yet  adored ; 
His  worth,  if  all  the  nations  knew, 
Sure,  the  whole  earth  would  love  him 
too. 

Watts. 


l-^S 


L.  M. 


^  H,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice 
On  thee,  my  Saviour  and  my 
God! 
Well  may  this  glowing  heart  rejoice, 
And  tell  its  raptures  all  abroad. 

Oh,  happy  bond,  that  seals  my  vows 
To  him  who  merits  all  my  love  ! 

Let  cheerful  anthems  fill  his  house, 
While    to    that     sacred     shrine     I 
move. 

'Tis    done ;    the    great    transaction 's 
done  ; 

I  am  my  Lord's,  and  he  is  mine  ; 
He  drew  me,  and  I  followed  on, 

Charmed  to  confess  the  voice  divine. 

Now  rest,  my  long-divided  heart ! 

Fixed  on  this  blissful  centre,  rest ; 
Llere  have  I  found  a  nobler  part. 

Here    heavenly   pleasures    fill    my 
Dreast.  Doddridce. 

CJwrus. 

Happy  day,  happy  day. 

When  Jesus  wash'd  my  sins  away ! 
He    taught   me   how    to    watch    and 
pray, 

And  live  rejoicing  ever\'  day. 


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716 


C.  M. 

'E  valiant  soldiers  of  the  cross, 
Ye  happy,  praying  band, 
Though  in  this  world  ye  suffer  loss, 
You'll  reach  fair  Canaan's  land. 

2  All  earthly  pleasures  we'll  forsake, 

When  heaven  appears  in  view, 

In  Jesus'  strength  we'll  undertake 

To  fight  our  passage  through. 

3  Oh,  what  a  glorious  shout  there'll  be, 

When  we  arrive  at  home  ! 
Our  friends  and  Jesus  we  shall  see, 
And  God  shall  say  "  Well  done." 

Chorics. 

Let  us  never  mind  the  scoffs  nor  the 

frowns  of  the  world, 

For  we  all  have  the  cross  to  bear  ; 

It  will  only  make  the  crown  the  brighter 

to  shine, 

When  we  have  the  crown  to  wear. 

I'^l  CM. 

UST  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone. 
And  all  the  world  go  free  1 
No,  there's  a  cross  for  every  one. 
And  there's  a  cross  for  me. 

2  The  consecrated  cross  I'll  bear, 

Till  death  shall  set  me  free  ; 
And  then  go  home  my  crown  to  wear. 
For  there's  a  crown  for  me. 

3  How  happy  are  the  saints  above. 

Who  once  went  sorrowing  here  ! 
But  now  they  taste  unmingled  love, 
And  joy  without  a  tear. 

4  Upon  the  crystal  pavement,  down 

At  Jesus'  pierced  feet, 


Joyful  I'll  cast  my  golden  crown. 
And  his  dear  name  repeat. 

And  palms  shall  wave,  and  harps  shall 
ring. 
Beneath  heaven's  arches  high  ; 

The  Lord  that  lives,  the  ransomed  sing, 
That  lives,  no  more  to  die. 

Oh,    precious     cross !     oh,     glorious 
crown ! 

Oh,  resurrection  day  ! 
Ye  angels,  from  the  stars  flash  down, 

And  bear  my  soul  away.  allen. 


718 


C.  M. 

THE  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm 
called, 
Will  grant  me  strength  within. 
To  own  his  name  before  the  world, 
And  fight  the  fight  with  sin. 

So  will  I  sing,  oh  blessed  be 
The  Lord  who  is  my  Strength ! 

The  weakest  child  who  calls  on  thee, 
Shall  overcome  at  length. 

The  swift  may  stumble  in  the  race. 

The  strong  in  battle  fail ; 
But  they  who  ever  seek  thy  face, 

Shall  in  thy  might  prevail. 

And  oh,  when  on  each  brow  shall  shine 

Thy  gift,  a  fadeless  crown, 
What  joy  to  own  the  glory  thine, 

And  lowly  cast  it  down. 

7^9  CM. 

Y    God,    accept  my  heart  this 
day. 

And  make  it  always  thine  ; 
That  I  from  thee  no  more  may  stray, 
No  more  from  thee  decline. 


M 


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2  Before  the  cross  of  him  who  died, 

Behold,  I  prostrate  fall ; 
Let  every  sin  be  crucified, 
Let  Christ  be  all  in  all. 

3  May  the    dear   blood,  once  shed  for 

me, 
My  blest  atonement  prove  ; 
That  I,  from  first  to  last,  may  be 
The  purchase  of  thy  love. 

4  Let    every   thought    and    work    and 

word 
To  thee  be  ever  given  ; 
Then  life  shall  be  thy  service,  Lord, 
And  death  the  gate  of  heaven  ! 

Lyra  Cath. 

7^*^  C.  M. 

1  A  M  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross, 
Jr\.     A  follower  of  the  Lamb  ? 
And  shall  I  fear  to  own  his  cause, 

Or  blush  to  speak  his  name  ? 

2  Must  I  be  carried  to  the  skies 

On  flowery  beds  of  ease. 
While  others  fought  to  win  the  prize. 
And  sailed  through  bloody  seas  ? 

3  Are  there  no  foes  for  me  to  face  ? 

Must  I  not  stem  the  flood  ? 
Is  this  vile  world  a  friend  to  grace. 
To  help  me  on  to  God? 

4  Sure  I  must  fight,  if  I  would  reign  ; 

Increase  my  courage.  Lord  : 
I'll  bear  the  toil,  endure  the  pain. 
Supported  by  thy  word. 

5  Thy  saints  in  all  this  glorious  war 

Shall  conquer,  though  they  die ; 
They  see  the  triumph  from  afar, 
And  seize  it  with  their  eye. 


6  When  that  illustrious  day  shall  rise, 
And  all  thy  armies  shine 
In  robes  of  victory  through  the  skies, 
The  glory  shall  be  thine.  watts. 

72  ^  CM. 

1  ^T  TITNESS,  ye  men    and  angels 

VV  now, 

Before  the  Lord  we  speak  ; 
To  him  we  make  our  solemn  vow, 
A  vow  we  dare  not  break  : 

2  That,  long  as  life  itself  shall  last. 

Ourselves  to  Christ  we  yield  ; 
Nor  from  this  cause  will  we  depart. 
Or  ever  quit  the  field. 

3  We  trust  not  in  our  native  strength, 

But  on  his  grace  rely. 
That,  with  returning  wants,  the  Lord 
Will  all  our  need  supply. 

4  Oh,  guide  our  doubtful  feet  aright, 

And  keep  us  in  thy  ways  ; 
And  while  we  turn  our  vows  to  praj-ers, 
Turn  thou  our  prayers  to  praise. 


I 


72^  C.  M. 

'M  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord, 
Or  to  defend  his  cause  ; 
Maintain  the  honor  of  his  word. 
The  glory  of  his  cross. 

2  Jesus,  my  God ! — I  know  his  name — 

His  name  is  all  my  trust ; 
Nor  will  he  put  my  soul  to  shame, 
Nor  let  my  hope  be  lost. 

3  Firm  as  his  throne,  his  promise  stands. 

And  he  can  well  secure 
What  I've  committed  to  his  hands. 
Till  the  decisive  hour. 


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225 


4  Then  will  he  own  my  worthless  name, 
Before  his  Father's  face, 
And  in  the  new  Jerusalem 

Appoint  my  soul  a  place.  Watts. 


723 


S.M.    D. 


1  T  WAS  a  wandering  sheep, 
X      I  did  not  love  the  fold, 

I  did  not  love  my  Shepherd's  voice, 
I  would  not  be  controlled  : 

I  was  a  wayward  child, 
I  did  not  love  my  home, 

I  did  not  love  my  Father's  voice, 
I  loved  afar  to  roam. 

2  The  Shepherd  sought  his  sheep, 

The  Father  sought  his  child  ; 
He  followed  me  o'er  vale  and  hill, 

O'er  deserts  waste  and  wild  : 
He  found  me  nigh  to  death. 

Famished,  and  faint,  and  lone  ; 
He  bound  me  with  the  bands  of  love, 

He  saved  the  wandering  one. 

3  Jesus  my  Shepherd  is  ; 

'Twas  he  that  loved  my  soul, 
'Twas  he  that  washed  me  in  his  blood, 

'Twas  he  that  made  me  whole  : 
'Twas  he  that  sought  the  lost. 

That  found  the  wandering  sheep  ; 
'Twas  he  that  brought  me  to  the  fold, 

'Tis  he  that  still  doth  keep. 

4  No  more  a  wandering  sheep, 

I  love  to  be  controlled, 
I  love  my  tender  Shepherd's  voice, 

I  love  the  peaceful  fold : 
No  more  a  wayward  child, 

I  seek  no  more  to  roam  ; 
I  love  my  heavenly  Father's  voice, 

I  love,  I  love  his  home  !  Bonar. 

15  ^ 


'  1 7 


724  S.  M.    D. 

WAS  a  foe  to  God, 

f  jught  in  Satan's  host, 
I  trifled  all  his  grace  away, 
Alas  !  my  soul  was  lost : 
Yet  God  forgets  my  sin  ; 

His  heart,  with  pity  moved, 
Fie  gives  me.  Son  of  God,  to  thee  ; 
Lo,  thus  our  God  hath  loved  ! 

2  Once,  blind  with  sin  and  self, 

Along  the  treacherous  way 
That  ends  in  ruin  at  the  last, 

I  hastened  far  astray  : 
Then  God  sent  down  his  Son  ; 

For  with  a  love  most  deep. 
Most  undeserved,  his  heart  still  yearned 

O'er  me,  poor  wandering  sheep! 

3  God  with  his  life  of  love 

To  me  was  far  and  strange  ; 
My  heart  clung  only  to  the  world 

Of  sight,  and  sense,  and  change  : 
In  thee,  Immanuel, 

Are  God  and  man  made  one ; 
In  thee  my  heart  hath  peace  with  God, 

And  union  in  the  Son. 


I'^S 


5s  &  7s. 


M 


ERCY,  O  thou  Son  of  David !" 
Thus  blind  Bartimeus  prayed; 
"  Others  by  thy  word  are  saved, 
Now  to  me  afford  thine  aid." 


Many  for  his  crying  chid  him, 
But  he  called  the  louder  still ; 

Till  the  gracious  Saviour  bade  him, 
"  Come,  and  ask  me  what  you  will." 


220 


PENITENCE    AND     CONSECRATION. 


3  Money  was  not  what  he  wanted, 

Though  by  begghig  used  to  hve  ; 
But  he  ask'd,  and  Jesus  granted 

Ahns  which  none  but  he  could  give. 

4  "  Lord,  remove  this  grievous  bhndness, 

Let  my  eyes  behold  the  day !" 
Straight  he  saw,  and  won  by  kindness, 
Follow'd  Jesus  in  the  way. 

5  Now,  methinks  I  hear  him  praising. 

Publishing  to  all  around  : 
"  Friends,  is  not  my  case  amazing  ? 
What  a  Saviour  I  have  found  ! 

6  "Oh,  that  all  the  blind  but  knew  him. 

And  would  be  advised  by  me  1 
Surely  they  would  hasten  to  him. 
He  would  cause  them  all  to  see." 

Newton. 

7^^  8s,  7s &  4s. 

1  "fT  7"  ELCOME,  welcome,  dear  Re- 

V  V  deemer, 

Welcome  to  this  heart  of  mine ; 
Lord,  I  make  a  full  surrender. 

Every  power  and  thought  be  thine  ; 

Thine  entirely. 
Through  eternal  ages,  thine. 

2  Known  to  all  to  be  thy  mansion. 

Earth  and  hell  will  disappear ; 
Or  in  vain  attempt  possession, 

When  they  find  the  Lord  is  near — 

Shout,  O  Zion ! 
Shout,  ye  saints,  the  Lord  is  here  ! 

727  7s.     D. 

lEOPLEof  the  living  God, 

I  have  sought  the  world  around. 
Paths  of  sin  and  sorrow  trod. 

Peace  and  comfort  nowhere  found. 


Now  to  you  my  spirit  turns. 

Turns,  a  fugitive  unblest ; 
Brethren,  where  your  altar  burns. 

Oh  receive  me  into  rest ! 

2  Lonely  I  no  longer  roam, 

Like  the  cloud,  the  wind,  the  wave  -, 
Where  you  dwell  shall  be  my  home, 

Where  you  die  shall  be  my  grave  ; 
Mine  the  God  whom  you  adore, 

Your  Redeemer  shall  be  mine 
Earth  can  fill  my  heart  no  more, 

Every  idol  I  resign. 

3  Tell  me  not  of  gain  or  loss. 

Ease,  enjoyment,  pomp,  and  power  ; 
Welcome  poverty  and  cross. 

Shame,  reproach,  affliction's  hour : 
"  Follow  me  !" — I  know  the  voice  ; 

Jesus,  Lord,  thy  steps  I  see  ; 
Now  I  take  thy  yoke  by  choice, 

Light  thy  burden  now  to  me. 

Montgomery. 


728 


7s.     D. 


ARK  !  my  soul !  it  is  the  Lord  ; 
'Tis    thy    Saviour — hear    his 
word  ; 
Jesus  speaks,  and  speaks  to  thee 
"  Say,  poor  sinner,  lovest  thou  me  ? 
I  delivered  thee  when  bound, 
And  when  bleeding,  healed  thy  wound  : 
Sought  thee  wandering,  set  thee  right, 
Turned  thy  darkness  into  light. 

2  "  Can  a  woman's  tender  care 
Cease  toward  the  child  she  bare  ? 
Yes,  she  may  forgetful  be, 
Yet  will  I  remember  thee. 


BAPTISM. 


227 


Mine  is  an  unchanging  love, 
Higher  than  the  heights  above  ; 
Deeper  than  the  depths  beneath — 
Free  and  foithful — strong  as  death. 

"  Thou  shalt  see  my  glory  soon, 
When  the  work  of  grace  is  done  ; 


Partner  of  my  throne  shalt  be  ! 
Say,  poor  sinner  !  lovest  thou  me  ?" 
Lord  !  it  is  my  chief  complaint, 
That  my  love  is  weak  and  faint ; 
Yet  I  love  thee,  and  adore  ; — 
Oh  !  for  grace  to  love  thee  more. 

COWPEK. 


THE    CHURCH. 


729  lis. 

1  /'~\  THOU  who  in  Jordan  didst  bow 
\^^  thy  meek  head, 

And  whelmed  in  our  sorrow,  didst  sink 
to  the  dead, 

Then  rose  from  the  darkness  to  glory 
above, 

And  claimed  for  thy  chosen  the  king- 
dom of  love. 

2  Thy  footsteps  we  follow,  to  bow  in  the 

tide, 
And  are  buried  with  thee  in  the  death 

thou  hast  died. 
Then  wake  with  thy  likeness  to  walk 

in  the  Vv-ay 
That     brightens     and     brightens    to 

shadowless  day. 

3  O  Jesus,  our   Saviour,   O  Jesus,  our 

Lord  ! 
By  the  life  of  thy  passion,  the  grace  of 

thy  word, 
Accept    us,    redeem    us,    dwell    ever 

within. 
To  keep,  by  thy  Spirit,  our  spirits  from 

sin. 


Till  crowned  with  thy  glory,  and  wav- 
ing the  palm, 

Our  garments  all  white  from  the  blood 
of  the  Lamb, 

We  join  the  bright  millions  of  saints 
gone  before, 

And  bless  thee,  and  wonder,  and  praise 
evermore.  geo.  w.  Bethune. 

73^  7s  &  6s. 

AROUND  thy  grave,  Lord  Jesus, 
£\,     Thine  empty  grave  we  stand, 
With  hearts  all  full  of  praises, 

To  keep  thy  blest  command. 
By  faith  our  souls  rejoicing, 

To  trace  thy  path  of  love. 
Thro'  death's  dark,  angry  billows, 

Up  to  the  Throne  above. 
Lord  Jesus,  we  remember 

The  travail  of  thy  soul, 
When,  in  thy  love's  deep  pity. 

The  waves  did  o'er  thee  roll. 
Baptized  in  death's  cold  waters, 

For  us  thy  blood  was  shed  ; 
For  us  the  Lord  of  Glory 

Was  numbered  with  the  dead. 


228 


THE     CHURCH. 


3  O  Lord,  thou  now  art  risen, 

Thy  travail  all  is  o'er, 
For  sin  thou  once  hast  suffered, 

Thou  liv'st  to  die  no  more  ; 
Sin,  death  and  hell  are  vanquished 

By  thee,  thy  church's  Head  ; 
And  lo  !  we  share  thy  triumph, 

Thou  First  Born  from  the  dead  ! 

J.  G.  Deck. 


IZ"^ 


H.  M. 


1  "r\ESCEND,  celestial  Dove, 

1  J      And  make  thy  presence  known; 
Reveal  our  Saviour's  love. 
And  seal  us  for  thine  own  : 
Unblest  by  thee,  our  works  are  vain  ; 
Nor  can  we  e'er  acceptance  gain. 

2  When  our  incarnate  God, 

The  sovereign  Prince  of  light, 
In  Jordan's  swelling  flood 

Received  the  holy  rite, 
In  open  view  thy  form  came  down. 
And,  dove-like,  flew  the  King  to  crown. 

3  Continue  still  to  shine. 

And  fill  us  with  thy  fire : 
This  ordinance  is  thine  ; 

Do  thou  our  souls  inspire  : 
Thou  wilt  attend  on  all  thy  sons  : 
"Till  time  shall  end,"  thy  promise  runs. 


11^ 


Fellows. 


7s.    D. 


I    /^"^HRIST,  who  came   my  soul  to 
V^         save. 

Entered  Jordan's  yielding  wave. 
Rose  from  out  the  crystal  flood, 
Owned  and  sealed  the  Son  of  God, 


By  the  Father's  voice  of  love, 
By  the  heaven-descending  Dove  ; 
Saviour,  Pattern,  Guide  for  me, 
I,  like  him,  baptized  would  be. 

2  In  the  Garden,  o'er  his  soul 
Sorrow's  whelming  waves  did  roll; 
Ah  !  on  Calvary's  cruel  tree, 
Jesus  bowed  in  death  for  me. 

I  with  liim  am  crucified : 

All  my  hopa  is— he  hath  died: 

At  his  feet  my  place  I  take. 

Bear  the  cross  for  his  dear  sake.     . 

3  In  the  new-made  tomb  he  lay. 
Taking  all  its  dread  away ; 

Burst     he     through     its     rock-bound 

door, 
Glorious  now,  and  evermore. 
I  with  Christ  would  buried  be 
In  this  rite  required  of  me — 
Rising  from  the  mystic  flood. 
Living  hence  anew  to  God. 

S.  D.  Phelps. 


IZZ         8s,  7s  &  4s. 
:  said,  exalted  Jesus, 
thy   cross,   and  follow 


1  ^  I  ^HOU  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus, 

1       "  Take 

me ; " 
Shall  the  word  with  terror  seize  us.^ 
Shall  we  from  the  burden  flee? 

Lord,  I'll  take  it, 
And,  rejoicing,  follow  thee. 

2  While  this  liquid  tomb  surveying, 

Emblem  of  my  Saviour's  grave, 
Shall  I  shun  its  brink,  betraying 
Feelings  worthy  of  a  slave  ? 

No!  I'll  enter: 
Jesus  entered  Jordan's  wave. 


BAP  TISM. 


220 


3  Sweet  the  sign  that  thus  reminds  me, 

Saviour,  of  thy  love  for  me  ; 
•     Sweeter  still  the  love  that  binds  me 
In  its  deathless  bonds  to  thee  : 

Oh,  what  pleasure. 
Buried  with  my  Lord  to  be ! 

4  Should    it   rend    some   fond    connec- 

tion, 
Should  I  suffer  shame  or  loss. 
Yet  the  fragrant,  blest  reflection, 
I  have  been  where  Jesus  was, 

Will  revive  me 
When  I  faint  beneath  the  cross. 

5  Fellowship  with  him  possessing, 

Let  me  die  to  all  around, 
So  I  rise  to  enjoy  the  blessing, 
Kept  for  those  in  Jesus  found, 

When  the  archangel 
Wakes  the  sleepers  under  ground. 

6  Then,  baptized  in  love  and  glory. 

Lamb     of    God,     thy    praise     I'll 

sing ; 
Loudly,  with  the  immortal  stor)^. 
All  the  harps  of  heaven  shall  ring  : 

Saints  and  seraphs 
Sound  it  loud  from  every  string. 

John  E.  Giles. 

734        8s,  7s  &  4s. 
I    T  ESUS,  mighty  King  in  Zion, 


J 


Thou  alone  our  Guide  shall  be 
Thy  commission  we  rely  on  ; 
We  would  follow  none  but  thee. 

2  As  an  emblem  of  thy  passion, 
And  thy  victory  o'er  the  grave. 
We,  who  know  thy  great  salvation, 
Are  baptized  beneath  the  wave. 


3  Fearless  of  the  world's  despising. 
We  the  ancient  path  pursue, 
Buried  with  our  Lord,  and  rising 
To  a  life  divinely  new. 

John  Fellows. 

72)S         8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  T  ORD,  in  humble,  sweet  submission, 
J y     Here  we  meet  to  follow  thee  : 

Trusting  in  thy  great  salvation, 
Which  alone  can  make  us  free. 

2  Nought  have  we  to  claim  as  merit ; 

All  the  duties  we  can  do 
Can  no  crown  of  life  inherit : 
All  the  praise  to  thee  is  due. 

3  Yet  we  come  in  Christian  duty, 

Down  beneath  the  wave  to  go  ; 

Oh  the  bliss  !  the  heavenly  beauty ! 

Christ  the  Lord  was  buried  so. 

Robert  T.  Daniel. 


c 


736 


L.  M. 
OME,   happy   souls,    adore    the 
Lamb, 

Who  loved  our  race  ere  time  began  ! 
Who  veiled  his  Godhead  in  our  clay, 
And  in  an  humble  manger  lay. 

2  To  Jordan's  stream  the  Spirit  led. 

To  mark  the  path  his   saints   should 

tread  ; 
Joyful  they  trace  the  sacred  way, 
To  see  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 

3  Immersed  by  John  in  Jordan's  wave. 
The  Saviour  left  his  watery  grave ; 
Heaven   owned    the   deed,    approved 

the  wa)^ 
And  blessed  the   place  where   Jesus 
lay. 


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THE     CHURCH. 


4  Come,  all  who  love  his  i^recious  name, 
Come,  tread   his   steps  and    learn  of 

him : 
Happy  beyond  expression  they, 
Who  find  the  place  where  Jesus  lay. 


IZl 


Baldwin. 


L.  M. 


1  r~^OME,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 
V_^  On  these  baptismal  waters  shine, 
And  teach  our  hearts,  in  highest  strain, 
To  praise  the  Lamb,  for  sinners  slain. 

2  We  love  thy  name,  we  love  thy  laws, 
And  joyfully  embrace  thy  cause  ; 

We   love    thy  cross,    the    shame,   the 

pain, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

3  We  sink  beneath  thy  mystic  flood  ; 
Oh,  bathe  us  in  thy  cleansing  blood  ! 
We  die  to  sin,  and  seek  a  grave, 

•    With  thee,  beneath  the  yielding  wave. 

4  And  as  we  rise,  with  thee  to  live. 
Oh,  let  the  Holy  Spirit  give 

The  sealing  unction  from  above. 
The  breath  of  life,  the  fire  of  love  ! 

JUDSON. 


738 


L.  M. 

1  /"^  REAT  God,  we  in  thy  courts  ap- 
VJF     pear. 

With  humble  joy  and  holy  fear, 
Thy  wise  injunctions  to  obey ; 
Let  saints  and  angels  hail  the  day  ! 

2  Great  things,  O  everlasting  Son, 
Great  things  for   us   thy   grace   hath 

done  ; 
Constrain'd  by  thy  almighty  love, 
Our  willing  feet  to  meet  thee  move. 


3  In  thy  assembly  here  we  stand. 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command  ; 
The  sacred  flood  is  full  in  view, 

And  thy  sweet  voice  invites  us  through. 

4  The  Word,  the  Spirit,  and  the  Bride, 
Must  not  invite  and  be  denied  ; 
Was  not  the  Lord,  who  came  to  save, 
Interr'd  in  such  a  liquid  grave? 

5  Thus  we,  dear  Saviour,  own  thy  name, 
Receive  us  rising  from  the  stream  ; 
Then  to  thy  table  let  us  come. 

And  dwell  in  Zion  as  our  home. 

Fellows. 

739  L.M. 

,  LiR  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the 
wave. 

And  meekly  sought  a  watery  grave  ; 
Come,  see  the  sacred  path  he  trod — 
A  path  well-pleasing  to  our  God. 

2  His  voice  we  hear,  his  footsteps  trace, 
And  hither  come  to  seek  his  face. 

To  do  his  will,  to  feel  his  love. 

And  join  our  songs  with  those  above. 

3  Hosanna  to  the  Lamb  divine  ! 

Let  endless  glories  round  him  shine  ; 
High  o'er  the  heavens  forever  reign, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  for  sinners  slain. 

Jl'DSON. 

740  L.  M. 

I    f~>^   FATHER,  Lord  of  earth  and 
y^Jf  heaven, 

O  Son  incarnate,  Christ  our  King, 
O  Spirit  for  our  guidance  given, 

Hear  and  accept  the  vow  we  bring ! 


BAP  TISM. 


231 


2  Thy  gospel  now  we  would  obey  ; 

We  follow,  and  thy  hand  shall  guide  ; 
We  seek  through  Jordan's  wave  the 
way 
That   leads  thy  loved  ones  to  thy 
side. 

3  With  faith  upon  thy  name  we  come, 

The  Spirit's  cleansing  power  confess : 
Bend,    Saviour,     from    thy    heavenly 
home, 
And  seal  the  covenant  of  thy  grace  ! 

4  Thy  bright  example  marks  our  way 

To  thy  immersion — wondrous  sign  ! 
We  come,  O  Lord,  and  humbly  pray. 
That  we  may  be  forever  thine. 

J.    W.  WiLLlIAKTH. 

741  _     L.M. 

1  T)  LEST  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey : 

IJ     Not  of  constraint^  but  with  de- 
light, 
Thy  servants  hither  come  to-day, 
To  honor  thine  appointed  rite. 

2  Descend,  descend,  celestial  Dove, 

On  these  dear  followers  of  the  Lord ; 
Exalted  Head  of  all  the  church, 
Thy  promised  aid  to  them  afford, 

3  Let  faith,  assisted  now  by  signs. 

The  wonders  of  thy  love  explore  ; 
And,  washed  in  thy  redeeming  blood. 
Let  them  depart,  and  sin  no  more. 

Beddome. 

742  L.   M. 

I    T  T  OW  blest    the  hour  when  first 
A  A  we  gave 

Our  guilty  souls  to  thee,  O  God  ; 
A  cheerful  sacrifice  of  love. 

Bought  with  the  Saviour's  precious 
blood. 


2  How  blest  the  vow  we  here  record  ! 

How  blest  the  grace  we  now  receive  ! 
Buried  in  baptism  with  our  Lord, 
New  lives  of  holiness  to  live. 

3  How  blest  the  solemn  rite  that  seals 

Our   death   to    sin,    our    guilt   for- 
given ;— 
How  blest  the  emblem  that  reveals 

God    reconciled,    and    peace    with 
heaven. 

4  Thus  through  the  emblematic  grave 

The  glorious,  suffering  Saviour  trod; 
Thou  art  our  pattern,  through  the  wave 
We  follow  thee,  blest  Son  of  God. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

743  c.  M. 

'N  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 
My  journey  I'll  pursue  ; 
"  Hinder    me    not,"    ye    much-loved 
saints, 
For  I  must  go  with  you. 

2  Through  floods   and  flames,  if  Jesus 

lead, 
I'll  follow  where  he  goes; 
"  Hinder  me  not,"  shall  be  my  cry. 
Though  earth  and  hell  oppose. 

3  Tiirough  (Uilies,  and  through  trials  too, 

I'll  go  at  his  command; 
"  Hinder  me  not;"  for  I  am  bound 
To  my  Immanuel's  land. 

4  And,  when  my  Saviour  c:;lls  me  home, 

Still  this  my  cry  shall  be, — 
"  Hinder   me    not,"    come,    welcome, 
death  ; 
I'll  gladly  go  with  thee. 

J.  Ryland. 


THE     CH  UR  CH. 


the 


C.  M. 

yielding 


744 

BURIED    beneath 
wave 
The  great  Redeemer  lies  ; 
Faith  views  him  in  the  watery  grave, 
And  thence  beholds  him  rise. 

Thus  do  his  willing  saints,  to-day, 
Their  ardent  zeal  express, 

And,  in  the  Lord's  appointed  way, 
Fulfill  all  righteousness. 

With  joy  we  in  his  footsteps  tread, 
And  would  his  cause  maintain, — 

Like    him    be    numbered    with     the 
dead, 
And  with  him  rise  and  reign. 

Beddome. 


746 


'W 


745  CM. 

"HILE   in    this    sacred   rite  of 
thine, 

We  yield  our  spirits  now, 
Shine  o'er  the  waters,  Dove  divine, 
And  seal  the  cheerful  vow. 

2  All  glory  be  to  him  whose  life 

For  ours  was  freely  given, 
Who  aids  us  in  the  spirit's  strife, 
And  makes  us  meet  for  heaven. 

3  To  thee  we  gladly  now  resign 

Our  life  and  all  our  powers  ; 
Accept  us  in  this  rite  divine, 
And  bless  these  hallowed  hours. 

4  Oh,  may  we  die  to  earth  and  sin. 

Beneath  the  mystic  flood  I 
And  when  we  rise,  may  we  begin 
To  live  anew  for  God. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


C.  M. 

DEAR  Lord,  and  will  thy  pardon- 
ing love 

Embrace  a  wretch  so  vile  ? 
Wilt  thou  my  load  of  guilt  remove, 

And  bless  me  with  thy  smile .'' 
Hast  thou  the  cross  for  me  endured, 

And  all  its  shame  despised  ? 
And  shall  I  be  ashamed,  O  Lord, 

With  thee  to  be  baptized  ? 
Didst  thou  the  great  example  lead, 

In  Jordan's  swelling  flood  .'' 
And  shall  my  pride  disdain  the  deed 

That's  Vv'orthy  of  my  God .-' 
O  Lord,  the  ardor  of  thy  love 

Reproves  my  cold  delays  ; 
And  now  my  willing  footsteps  move 

In  thy  delightful  ways.  fellows. 

747  CM. 

To    Jordan's    stream  the   Saviour 
goes. 

To  do  his  Father's  will ; 
His  breast  with  sacred  ardor  glows. 

Each  precept  to  fulfill. 
Behold  him  buried  in  the  flood, 

The  emblem  of  his  grave, 
Who,  from  the  bosom  of  his  God, 

Came  down  a  world  to  save. 
As  from  the  water  he  ascends, 

What  miracles  appear  ! 
God,  with  a  voice,  his  Son  commends  ! 

Let  all  the  nations  hear. 
Hear  it,  ye  Christians,  and  rejoice  ; 

Let  this  your  courage  raise  ; 
What    God    approves,    be    this   your 
choice, 

And  glory  in  his  ways. 


BAPTISM. 


233 


748 


CM. 

1  "'T^IS  God  the  Father  we  adore 

X        In  this  baptismal  sign  ; 
'Tis    he    whose    voice    on    Jordan's 
shore 
Proclaimed  the  Son  divine. 

2  The    Father     owned    him;     let    our 

breath 
In  answering  praise  ascend, 
As  in  the  image  of  his  death 
We  own  our  heavenly  Friend. 

3  We  seek  the  consecrated  grave 

Along  the  path  he  trod  : 
Receive  us  in  the  hallowed  wave, 
Thou  holy  Son  of  God. 

4  Let  earth  and  heaven  our  zeal  record, 

And  future  witness  bear 
That  we  to  Zion's  mighty  Lord 
Our  full  allegiance  swear. 

Safferv. 


o 


749  c.  M. 

LORD,    we    in    thy   footsteps 
tread, 

With  joy  thy  cause  maintain  ; 
Like  Jesus  numbered  with  the  dead, 
Like  him  we  rise  and  reign. 

2  Down  to  the  hallowed  grave  we  go, 

Obedient  to  thy  word  ; 
'Tis  thus  the  world  around  shall  know 
We're  buried  with  the  Lord. 

3  'Tis  thus  we  bid  its  pomps  adieu, 

And  boldly  venture  in  : 
Oh,  may  we  rise  to  live  anew, 
And  only  die  to  sin ! 

Enc.  Bap.  Coll. 


750  CM. 

1  T  T  OW  calmly  wakes  the  hallowed 
X   J.  morn  ! 

How  tranquil  earth's  repose  ! — 
Meet  emblem  of  the  Sabbath  morn, 
When,  early,  Jesus  rose. 

2  How  fair,  along  the  rippling  wave, 

The  radiant  light  is  cast ! — - 
A  symbol  of  the  mystic  grave 

Through  which  the  Saviour  passed. 

3  Around  this  scene  of  sacred  love 

The  peace  of  heaven  is  shed  : 
So  came  the  Spirit,  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  on  Jesus'  head. 

4  Lord,  meet  us  in  this  path  of  thine  ; 

We  come  thy  rite  to  seal ; 
IMove  o'er  the  waters.  Dove  divine. 
And  all  thy  grace  reveal.      s.  F.  Smith. 

IS"^  CM. 

1  1^  yr  EEKLY      in      Jordan's     holy 
J.VX  stream 

The  great  Redeemer  bowed  ; 
Bright  was  the  glory's  sacred  beam 
That  hushed  the  wondering  crowd. 

2  Thus  God  descended  to  approve 

The  deed  that  Christ  had  done ; 
Thus  came  the  emblematic  Dove, 
And  hovered  o'er  the  Son. 

3  So,  blesstd  Spirit,  come  to-day 

To  our  baptismal  scene  ; 
Let  thoughts  of  earth  be  far  away, 
And  every  mind  serene. 

4  This  day  we  give  to  holy  joy; 

This  day  to  heaven  belongs  ; 
Raised  to  new  life,  we  will  employ 
In  melody  our  tongues.       s.  f.  Smith. 


234 


THE     CH  UR  CH. 


75^  C.  M. 

1  A  LMIGHTY     Saviour,     here    we 
ISl.         stand, 

Ranged  by  the  water  side  ; 
Hither  we  come  at  thy  command. 
To  wait  upon  thy  bride. 

2  Thy  footsteps  marked  this  humble  way 

For  all  that  love  thy  cause  ; 
Lord,  thy  example  we  obey. 
And  glory  in  the  cross. 

3  Our  dearest  Lord,  we'll  follow  thee, 

Where'er  thou  lead'st  the  way, 
Through  floods,  through  flames,  through 
death's  dark  vale. 
To  realms  of  endless  day. 

753  CM. 

1  i^^ONSTRAINED  by  love,  we  fol- 
V^^  low  where 

Our  Saviour  leads  the  way  ; 
His  blest  example  is  our  law, — 
That  law  we  love  t'  obey. 

2  He  as  our  pattern  bowed  his  head 

In  Jordan's  yielding  wave. 
We,  in  his  footsteps,  joyful  tread, 
We  seek  his  liquid  grave. 

3  Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine, 

Thy  grace  to  us  be  given  : 
To  a  new  life  our  souls  incline, 
A  life  for  God,  and  heaven. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

754-  CM. 

I   T  T  7ITH  Christ  we  share  a  mystic 
VV  grave; 

With  Christ  we  buried  lie  ; 
But  'tis  not  in  the  darksome  cave 
By  mournful  Calvary. 


2  The  pure  and  bright  baptismal  flood — 

The  type  of  cleansing  plain  ; 
New    creatures,    from     the     yielding 
wave 
With  Christ  we  rise  again. 

3  Thrice  blest,  if,  through  this  world  of 

sin. 
And  lust,  and  selfish  care, 
Our  resurrection-mantle  white 
And  undefiled  we  wear. 

4  Thrice   blest,  if,  through  the  gate  of 

death, 
Glorious  at  last  and  free. 
We  to  our  joyful  rising  pass, 
O  Risen  Lord,  with  thee. 


755 


J.  M.  Neale. 


C.  M. 


'E  long  to  move  and  breathe  in 
thee, 

Inspired  with  thine  own  breath, 
To  live  thy  life,  O  Lord,  and  be 
Baptized  into  thy  death. 

2  Thy  death  to  sin  we  die  below. 

But  we  shall  rise  in  love  ; 
We  here  are  planted  in  thy  woe, 
But  we  shall  bloom  above. 

3  Above  we  shall  thy  glory  share, 

As  we  thy  cross  have  borne  ; 
E'en  we  shall  crowns  of  honor  wear, 
When  we  the  thorns  have  worn. 

4  Thy  crown  of  thorns  is  all  our  boast, 

While  now  we  fall  before 
The  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
And  tremble,  love,  adore. 


BAPTISM. 


235 


I    T  ORD, 


1^^ 


C.  M. 
ORD,  I  am  thine,  and  in  thy  aid 
place  my  firmest  trust : 
How  large  the  price  thy  love  has  paid 
For  vile,  polluted  dust ! 

2  In  thine  assembly  now  I  stand ; 

My  vows  to  thee  I  bring, 
Obedient  to  thy  great  command, 
I\Iy  Saviour  and  my  King. 

3  I  stand  before  the  sacred  flood  ; 

Thy  gracious  words  invite  :  • 
How  poor  an  offering,  O  my  God, 
I  make  thee  in  this  rite  ! 

4  Thine  ordinance,  great  Saviour,  bless  ; 

Support  me  all  my  clays  ; 
May  I  each  gospel  truth  confess. 
And  walk  in  all  thy  ways. 

1  SI  CM. 

1  ^T  TELCOME,  O   Saviour!  to  my 

V  V  heart ; 

Possess  thine  humble  throne  ; 
Bid  every  rival  hence  depart. 
And  claim  me  for  thine  own. 

2  The  world  and  Satan  I  forsake — 

To  thee,  I  all  resign  ; 
My  longing  heart,  O  Jesus  !  take, 
And  fill  with  love  divine. 

3  Oh  !  may  I  never  turn  aside, 

Nor  from  thy  bosom  flee  ; 
Let  nothing  here  my  heart  divide — 
I  give  it  all  to  thee. 


758 


S.  M. 


I    /'~\H  what,  if  we  are  Christ's, 
V^      Is  earthly  shame  or  loss  ? 
Bright  shall  the  crown  of  glory  be. 
When  we  have  borne  the  cross. 


2  Keen  was  the  trial  once, 

Bitter  the  cup  of  woe. 
When   martyred    saints,   baptized    in 
blood, 
Christ's  sufferings  shared  below. 

3  Bright  is  their  glory  now, 

Boundless  their  joy  above, 
Where,  on  the  bosom  of  their  God, 
They  rest  in  perfect  love. 

4  Lord  !  may  that  grace  be  ours  ; 

Like  them  in  faith  to  bear 
All  that  of  sorrow,  grief,  or  pain 
May  be  our  portion  here  ! 

5  Enough,  if  thou  at  last 

The  word  of  blessing  give. 
And  let  us  rest  beneath  thy  feet, 
Where  saints  and  angels  live ! 

6  All, glory.  Lord,  to  thee. 

Whom  heaven  and  earth  adore  ; 
To  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
One  God  forevermore. 

Henry  VV.  Baker. 

759  s.M. 

'O  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 

And  listen  all  the  day 
To  words  of  truth  and  grace,  is  sweet. 
But  sweeter  to  obey. 

2  'Tis  excellent  to  know. 

But  oh  !  diviner  still. 
To  do  what  God  enjoins,  and  so 
All  righteousness  fulfill. 

3  The  least  of  his  commands 

In  any  wise  to  break. 
Is  like  the  attempts  of  impious  hands 
His  very  throne  to  shake. 


236 


THE     CHURCH. 


4  Without  defect  or  flaw, 

Fit,  holy,  just,  and  good. 
We  may  not  change  in  aught  his  law, 
Nor  would  vve  if  we  could. 

5  The  time  this  rite  was  done 

To  speak  the  Father  seized  ; — 
"  Lo  !  this  is  my  Beloved  Son 
In  whom  I  am  well  pleased." 

6  The  buried  Christ  arose  : 

So  here,  in  figure  plain. 
O'er  our  dead  selves  the  waters  close ; 
We  die,  but  live  again. 


760 


A.  Coles. 


S.  M. 


I    T  ^  TTFH  willing 
VV       The  path 


ig  hearts  wc  tread 
path  the  Saviour  trod 
We  love  th'  example  of  our  Head, 
The  glorious  Lamb  of  God. 


2  On  thee,  on  thee  alone. 

Our  hope  and  faith  rel}', 
O  thou  who  didst  for  sin  atone, 
Who  didst  for  sinners  die. 

3  We  trust  thy  sacrifice  ; 

To  thy  dear  cross  we  flee  : 
Oh,  may  we  cHe  to  sin,  and  rise 
To  life  and  bliss  in  thee. 


76 


S.  M. 
.OWN  to  the  sacred  wave 
The  Lord  of 'life  was  led  : 
And  he  who  came  our  souls  to  save 
In  Jordan  bowed  his  head. 

2   He  taught  the  solemn  way; 
He  fixed  the  holy  rite; 
He  bade  his  ransomed  ones  obey, 
And  keep  the  path  of  light. 


3  Blest  Saviour,  we  will  tread 
In  thy  appointed  way ; 
Let  glory  o'er  these  scenes  be  shed, 
And  smile  on  us  to-day, 


762 


S.  F.  Smith. 


S.  M. 


1  /"^HOOSE  ye  his  cross  to  bear, 
V^^    Who  bowed  to  Jordan's  wave  ? — 
Clad  in  his  armor  will  ye  dare 

In  faith,  a  watery  grave  ? 

2  All  hail !  ye  blessed  band. 

Shrink  not  to  do  his  will ; 
In  deep  humility,  this  work 
Of  righteousness  fulfill ; — 

3  Tread  in  his  steps, — with  prayer, 

Invoke  his  Spirit  free. 
And  as  he  burst  the  gates  of  death, 
So  may  your  rising  be. 


l^Z 


L.  H.  SiGOURNEV. 


S.  M. 


1  T  T  ERE,  Saviour,  we  do  come, 
J.   J.      In  thine  appointed  way  ; 

Obedient  to  thy  high  commands, 
Our  solemn  vows  we  pay. 

2  Oh,  bless  this  sacred  rite, 

To  bring  us  near  to  thee ! 
And  may  we  find  that  as  our  day 
Our  strength  shall  also  be. 

Eng.  Bap.  Coll. 


S.  M. 


764- 

1  Q  AVIOUR,  thy  law  we  love, 
k3  Thy  pure  example  bless. 
And,  with  a  firm,  unwavering  zeal, 

Would  in  thy  footsteps  press. 

2  Not  to  the  fiery  pains 

By  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 


FELLO  WSHIP. 


23^ 


Not   to   the    scourge,    the    thorn,  the 
cross, 
Our  favored  feet  are  led  : 

3  But,  at  this  peaceful  tide. 
Assembled  in  thy  fear, 
The  homage  of  obedient  hearts 
\\'e  humbly  offer  here. 


L.  H.  SiGOURNEV. 


765 


L.  M. 

1  TTOW  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 
\_  J_  In  union  sweet,  according  minds  ! 
How  swift  the  heavenly  course  they 

run, 
Whose    hearts,    whose    faith,    whose 
hopes  are  one. 

2  To  each,  the  soul  of  each  how  dear  I 
What  watchful  love,  what  holy  fear  ! 
How  doth  the  gen'rous  flame  within 
Refine  from  earth,  and  cleanse  from 

sin  ! 

3  Their  streaming  e3''es  together  flow 
For  human  guilt  and  mortal  woe  ; 
Their  ardent  prayers  together  rise, 
Like  mingling  flames  in  sacrifice. 

4  Nor  shall  the  glowing  flame  expire 
'Midst    nature's    drooping,    sick'ning 

fire: 
Soon  shall  they  meet  in  realms  above, 
A  heaven  of  joy,  a  heaven  of  love. 

Mrs.  Barbauld. 


766 


L.  M. 


I    Z'^^OME  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God, 
V.^     In   Jesus'  name   we   bid  thee 

come ; 
No  more  thy  feet  shall  roam  abroad. 
Henceforth     a     brother, — welcome 
home. 


2  Those  joys  which  earth  can  not  afford, 

We'll  seek  in  fellowship  to  prove, 
Joined  in  one  spirit  to  our  Lord, 
Together  bound  by  mutual  love. 

3  And  while  we  pass  this  vale  of  tears. 

We'll   make  our  joys    and  sorrows 

known  ; 
We'll    share  each  other's   hopes  and 

fears, 
And  count  a  brother's  cares  our  own. 

4  Once  more  our  welcome  we  repeat; 

Receive  assurance  of  our  love  ; 
Oh  may  we  all  together  meet 

Around  the  throne  of  God  above ! 

Kelly. 


■K'^ 


767 


L.  M. 
INDRED  in  Christ !  for  his  dear 
sake 

A  hearty  welcome  here  receive  ; 
May  we  together  now  partake 
The  joys  which  only  he  can  give. 

2  ]\Iay  he,  by  whose  kind  care  we  meet, 

Send  his  good  Spirit  from  above  ; 
Make  our  communications  sweet. 
And  cause  our  hearts  to  burn  with 
love. 

3  Forgotten  be  each  worldly  theme. 

When  Christians  meet  together  thus ; 
We  only  wish  to  speak  of  him, 

Who   lived,  and   died,  and   reigns, 
for  us. 

4  We'll  talk  of  all  he  did  and  said. 

And  suffered  for  us  here  below  ; — ■ 
The  path  he  marked  for  us  to  tread. 
And  what  he's  doing  for  us  now. 


23S 


THE     CHURCH. 


5  Thus, — as  the  moments  pass  away, — 
We'll  love,  and  wonder,  and  adore, 
And  hasten  to  the  glorious  day 

When   we    shall    meet   to   part   no 
more. 


768 


Newton. 


C.  M. 


1  /^^UR  souls,  by  love  together  knit, 
V^     Cemented,  mixed  in  one ; 
One  hope,   one  heart,  one  mind,  one 

voice, 
'Tis  heaven  on  earth  begim. 

2  Our  hearts  have  often  burned  within, 

And  glowed  with  sacred  fire. 
While    Jesus    spoke,    and    fed,    and 
blessed, 
And  filled  the  enlarged  desire. 

3  The  little  cloud  increases  still, 

.     The  heavens  are  big  with  rain  ; 
We  haste  to  catch  the  teeming  shower, 
And  all  its  moisture  drain. 

4  A  rill,  a  stream,  a  torrent  flows  ! 

But  pour  a  mighty  flood  ; 
Oh  sweep  the  nations,  shake  the  earth, 
Till  all  proclaim  thee,  God  ! 

5  And  when  thou  mak'st  thy  jewels  up. 

And  sett'st  thy  starry  crown  ; 
When   all   thy   sparkling   gems    shall 
shine, 
Proclaimed  by  thee  thine  own  : 

6  May  we,  a  little  band  of  love. 

We,  sinners  saved  by  grace. 
From  glory  unto  glory  changed, 
Behold  thee  face  to  face  ! 


769 


C.  M. 

OME,    let   us    join    our    friends 
above. 

Who  have  obtained  the  prize, 
And  on  the  eagle  wings  of  love 
To  joy  celestial  rise. 

2  Let  saints  below  in  concert  sing 

With  those  to  glory  gone  ; 
For  all  the  servants  of  our  King 
In  heaven  and  earth  are  one. 

3  One  family,  we  dwell  in  him ; 

One  church  above,  beneath  ; 
Though  now  divided  by  the  stream — 
The  narrow  stream — of  death. 

4  One  army  of  the  living  God, 

To  his  command  we  bow  ; 
Part   of  the   host    have    crossed    the 
flood. 
And  part  are  crossing  now. 

5  Ten  thousand  to  their  endless  home 

This  solemn  moment  fly  : 
And  we  are  to  the  margin  come, 
And  we  expect  to  die. 

6  E'en    now,    by    faith,    we    join    our 

hands 
With  those  that  went  before. 
And  greet  the  blood-besprinkled  bands 
On  the  eternal  shore. 

7  Oh  !    that  we   now    might   grasp   our 

Guide, 

Oh  !  that  the  word  were  given  ! 
Come,  Lord  of  hosts,  the  waves  di- 
vide, 

And  land  us  all  in  heaven. 

C.  VresLEV. 


FELLO  W SHIP . 


239 


■H 


11^  CM. 

OW  sweet,  how  heavenly  is  the 
sight, 

When  those  who  love  the  Lord 
In  one  another's  peace  dehght, 
And  so  fulfil  his  word  : 

2  When  each  can  feel  his  brother's  sigh. 

And  with  him  bear  a  part ; 
When  sorrow  flows  from  eye  to  eye, 
And  joy  from  heart  to  heart. 

3  When,  free  from  envy,  scorn  and  pride. 

Our  wishes  all  above. 
Each  can  his  brother's  failings  hide, 
And  show  a  brother's  love  ! 

4  Let  love  in  one  delightful  stream 

Through  every  bosom  flow. 
And  union  sweet,  and  dear  esteem. 
In  every  action  glow. 

5  Love  is  the  golden  chain  that  binds 

The  happy  souls  above  ; 
And  he's  an  heir  of  heaven  who  finds 
His  bosom  glow  with  love. 

Swain. 

11^  CM. 

1  T  T  APPY  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined, 
Jl  X      And  saved  by  grace  alone  : 

Walking  in  all  his  ways,  they  find 
Their  heaven  on  earth  begun. 

2  The  church  triumphant  in  thy  love, — 

Their  mighty  joys  we  know  : 
They  sing  the  Lamb  in  hymns  above, 
And  we  in  hymns  below. 

3  Thee,  in  thy  glorious  realm,  they  praise, 

And  bow  before  thy  throne  : 
We  in  the  kingdom  of  thy  grace  ; — 
The  kingdoms  are  but  one. 


4  The  holy  to  the  holiest  leads  ; 
From  thence  our  spirits  rise: 
And  he  that  in  thy  statutes  treads 
Shall  meet  thee  in  the  skies. 

C.  Wesley. 

IV-  CM. 

1  T  T  AIL,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that 
J.   X  binds 

Our  glowing  hearts  in  one  ; 
Hail,  sacred  hope,  that  tunes  our  minds 
To  harmony  divine. 

2  What  though  the  northern  wint'ry  blast 

Shall  howl  around  our  cot ; 
What  though  beneath  an  eastern  sun 
Be  cast  our  distant  lot : 

3  No  lingering  look,  no  parting  sigh, 

Our  future  meeting  knows  ; 
There  friendship  beams  from  every  eye, 
And  love  immortal  glows. 

4  O  sacred  hope  !  O  blissful  hope  ! 

Which  Jesus'  grace  has  given — 
The  hope,  when  clays  and  years  are 
past. 
We  all  shall  meet  in  heaven. 

Sutton. 

IIZ  C  M. 

1  /T^OME    in,    thou    blessed   of    the 
\^         Lord, 

Stranger  nor  foe  art  thou  : 
We  welcome  thee  with  warm  accord, 
Our  friend,  our  brother,  now. 

2  The  hand  of  fellowship,  the  heart 

Of  love,  we  offer  thee  : 
Leaving  the  world,  thou  dost  but  part 
From  lies  and  vanity. 


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3  Come  with  us, — we  will  do  thee  good, 

As  God  to  us  hath  done  ; 
Stand  but  in  him,  as  those  have  stood 
Whose  faith  the  victory  won. 

4  And  when,  by  turns,  we  pass  away. 

As  star  by  star  grows  dim. 

May  each,  translated  into  day. 

Be  lost  and  found  in  him. 


774 


MONTGOIIEKV, 


CM. 


1  T  ORD,   thou   on   earth   didst   love 
J J         thine  own. 

Didst  love  them  to  the  end  ; 
Oh,  still  from  thy  celestial  throne. 
Let  gifts  of  love  descend! 

2  The  love  the  Father  bears  to  thee. 

His  own  eternal  Son, 
Fill  all  thy  saints,  till  all  shall  be 
In  pure  affection  one. 

3  One  blessed  fellowship  of  love. 

Thy  living  church  should  stand, 
Till,  faultless,  she  at  last  above 
Shall  shine  at  thy  right  hand. 

4  Oh,  glorious  da}',  when  she,  the.  Bride, 

With  her  dear  Lord  appears ! 
Then,  robed  in  beauty  at  his  side, 
She  shall  forget  her  tears. 

Ray  Palmer. 

775  CM. 

LESS'D    be    the    dear;    uniting 
love. 
That  will  not  let  us  part ; 
Our  bodies  may  far  off  remove — 
We  still  are  one  in  heart. 


B 


2  Joined  in  one  Spirit  to  our  Head, 
Where  he  appoints,  we  go  ; 


And  still  in  Jesus'  footsteps  tread, 
And  show  his  praise  below. 

3  Partakers  of  the  Saviours  grace, 

The  same  in  mind  and  heart — 
Nor  joy,  nor  grief,  nor  time,  nor  place, 
Nor  life,  nor  death,  can  part. 

4  But  let  us  hasten  to  the  day 

Which  shall  our  flesh  restore. 
When  death  shall  all  be  done  away. 
And  we  shall  part  no  more. 

C.  Wesley. 


B 


776 


C  M. 
ENEATH    the    shadow   of    the 
Cross, 

As  earthly  hopes  remove, 
His  new  commandment  Jesus  gives. 
His  bless  (J  d  word  of  Love. 

2  Oh,  bond  of  union  strong  and  deep  ! 

Oh,  bond  of  perfect  peace  ! 
Not  e'en  the  lifted  cross  can  harm. 
If  we  but  hold  to  this. 

3  Then,  Jesus,  be  thy  Spirit  ours  ! 

And  swift  our  feet  shall  move 
To  deeds  of  pure  self-sacrifice, 
And  the  sweet  tasks  of  love. 

Longfellow. 

Ill  8s. 

1  I   "'ROM    whence   doth    this   union 
\/  arise, 

That  hatred  is  conquered  by  love  ? 
That  fastens  our  souls  in  such  ties 
As  nature  and  time  can't  remove  ? 

2  It  cannot  in  Eden  be  found, 

Nor  yet  in  a  paradise  lost ; 
It  grows  on  Immanuel's  ground, 
And  Jesus'  rich  blood  it  did  cost. 


FELLO  W SHIP. 


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3  My  friends  are  so  dear  unto  me, 

Our  hearts  are  united  in  love : 
Where  Jesus  is  gone  we  shall  be, 
In  yonder  blest  mansions  above. 

4  Then  why  so  unwilling  to  part, 

Since  tliere  we  shall  all  meet  again? 
Engraved  o\\  Immanuel's  heart. 
At  distance  we  cannot  remain. 

5  Oh,  when  shall  we  see  that  bright  day, 

And  join  with  the  angels  above, 
Set  free  from  these  prisons  of  clay, 
United  with  Jesus  in  love ! 

6  With  Jesus  we  ever  shall  reign, 

And  all  his  bright  glories  shall  see  ! 
And  sing,  Hallelujah  !  amen  ! 
Amen  !  even  so  let  it  be. 

Dr.  T.  Baldwin. 


779  s.  M. 

I     B  "ft  LEST  be  the  tie  that  binds 


778 


8s. 


1  O  AY,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
w3   Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 
Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore  ? 

2  By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  j-ou. 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 
By  the  grace  of  God  we'll  meet  you, 

Where  parting  is  no  more. 

3  Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 
Jesus  lives  and  reigns  for  ever, 

On  Canaan's  happy  shore. 

Chorus. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah, 

Glorj^,  glory,  hallelujah. 

Glory,  glory,  hallelujah. 

For  ever,  evermore. 

16 


Our  hearts  in  Christian  love  : 
The  fellowship  of  kindred  minds 
Is  like  to  that  above. 

2  Before  our  Father's  throne 

We  pour  our  ardent  prayers ; 
Our  fears,  our  hopes,  our  aims  are  one. 
Our  comforts  and  our  cares. 

3  We  share  our  mutual  woes. 

Our  mutual  burdens  bear  ; 
And  often  for  each  other  flows 
The  sympathizing  tear. 

4  When  we  asunder  part. 

It  gives  us  inward  pain  ; 
But  we  shall  still  be  joined  in  heart, 
And  hope  to  meet  again. 

5  This  glorious  hope  revives 

Our  courage  by  the  way ; 
While  each  in  expectation  lives, 
And  Tongs  to  see  the  day. 

6  From  sorrow,  toil,  and  pain. 

And  sin,  we  shall  be  free. 
And  perfect  love  and  friendship  reign 
Through  all  eternity. 


78 


O 


Fawcett. 


S.  M. 


ND  are  we  yet  alive 


ir\.      To  see  each  other's  face  ? 
Glory  and  praise  to  Jesus  give. 
For  his  redeeming  grace. 

2  What  troubles  have  we  seen  ! 
What  conflicts  have  we  past! 
Fightings  without,  and  fears  within, 
Since  we  assembled  last ! 


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3  But  out  of  all,  the  Lord 

Hath  brought  us  by  his  love  ; 
And  still  he  doth  his  help  afford, 
And  hides  our  life  above. 

4  Then  let  us  make  our  boast 

Of  his  redeeming  power. 
Which  saves  us  to  the  uttermost. 
Till  we  can  sin  no  more. 

5  Let  us  take  up  the  cross, 

Till  we  the  crown  obtain  ; 
And  gladly  reckon  all  things  loss, 
So  we  may  Jesus  gain. 


C.  Wesley. 


78 


I 


S.  M. 
|NCE  more  before  we  part, 

Oh,  bless  the  Saviour's  name ! 
Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 
Adore  and  praise  the  same. 

2  Lord,  in  thy  grace  we  came, 

That  blessing  still  impart ; 
We  meet  in  Jesus'  sacred  name, 
In  Jesus'  name  we  part. 

3  Still  on  thy  holy  word 

We'll  live,  and  feed,  and  grow. 
And  still  go  on  to  know  the  Lord, 
And  practice  what  we  know. 

4  Now,  Lord,  before  we  part, 

Help  us  to  bless  thy  name  ; 

Let  every  tongue  and  every  heart 

Adore  and  praise  the  same. 


Hart. 


782 


P.M. 

I   T  T  THEN  shall  we  meet  again, 
VV       Meet  ne'er  to  sever? 
When  will  peace  wreathe  her  chain 
Round  us  forever  ? 


Our  hearts  will  ne'er  repose, 
Safe  from  each  blast  that  blows, 
In  this  dark  vale  of  woes, 
Never — no,  never! 

2  When  shall  love  freely  flow 

Pure  as  life's  river  ? 
When  shall  sweet  friendship  glow 

Changeless  forever  ? 
Where  the  joys  celestial  thrill, 
Where  bliss  each  heart  shall  fill, 
And  fears  of  parting  chill 

Never — no,  never  ! 

3  Up  to  that  world  of  light 

Take  us,*  dear  Saviour  ; 
May  we  all  there  unite, 

Happy  forever  ; 
Where  kindred  spirits  dwell, 
There  may  our  music  swell, 
And  time  our  joys  dispel 

Never — no,  never  ! 

4  Soon  shall  we  meet  again. 

Meet  ne'er  to  sever  ; 
Soon  shall  peace  wreathe  her  chain 

Round  us  forever  ; 
Our  hearts  will  then  repose 
Secure  from  worldly  woes  ; 
Our  songs  of  praise  shall  close 

Never — no,  never  ! 


78 


L.  M. 

1  "T^WAS  on  that  dark,  that  doleful 

X  night, 

When  powers  of  earth  and  hell  arose 
Against  the  Son  of  God's  delight, 
And  friends  betrayed  him  to  his  foes. 

2  Before  the  mournful  scene  began. 

He  took   the   bread,  and   blessed, 
and  brake  ; 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


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What  love  through  all  his  actions  ran ! 
What  wondrous  words  of  grace  he 
spake ! 

3  "  This  is  my  body,  broke  for  sin ; 

Receive  and  eat  the  living  food ;" 
Then  took   the  cup,  and   blessed  the 
wine  ; 
"  'Tis    the     new    covenant    in    my  | 
blood." 

4  "  Do  this,"  he   cried,  "  till  time  shall 

end. 
In  memory  of  your  dying  Friend  ; 
Meet  at  my  table,  and  record 
The  love  of  your  departed  Lord." 

5  Jesus,  thy  feast  we  celebrate ; 

We   show  thy  death,   we    sing   thy 
name. 
Till  thou  return,  and  we  shall  eat 
The  marriage  supper  of  the  Lamb. 

Watts. 


785 


78+ 


7s. 


1  "P)  READ   of  heaven,   on   thee   we 
\J         feed. 

For  thy  flesh  is  meat  indeed  ; 

Ever  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  this  true  and  living  bread  ! 

2  Vine  of  heaven,  thy  blood  supplies 
This  blest  cup  of  sacrifice  ; 
Lord,  thy  wounds  our  healing  give, 
To  thy  cross  we  look  and  live. 

3  Day  by  day,  with  strength  supplied 
Through  the  life  of  him  who  died. 
Lord  of  life,  oh,  let  us  be 
Rooted,  grafted,  built  in  thee  ! 

CONDER. 


L.  M. 

O  JESUS,   bruis'd   and  wounded 
more 
Than   bursted   grape,  or   bread    of 
wheat. 
The  Life  of  life  within  our  souls, 
The  cup  of  our  salvation  sweet ! 

We  come  to  show  thy  dying  hour, 
Thy  streaming  vein,  thy  broken  flesh; 

And  still  that  blood  is  warm  to  save, 
And  still  thy  fragrant  wounds  are 
fresh. 

O  Heart,  that  with  a  double  tide 
Of  blood  and  water,  maketh  pure ! 

O  Flesh,  once  offered  on  the  cross. 
The  gift  that  makes  our  pardon  sure ! 

Let  nevermore  our  sinful  souls 
The  anguish  of  thy  cross  renew; 

Nor  forge  again  the  cruel  nails 

That     pierced     thy     victim     body 
through ! 

Come,   Bread  of  heav'n,  to  feed  our 

souls  ! 
O  blessed  Jesus,  enter  in  ! 
Come,  Wine  of  God  !  and  as  we  drink 
Thy  precious   blood,  wash  out  our 

sin  ! 


786 


L.  M. 

AT  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord, 
^     Here  we  attend  thy  dying  feast ; 
Thy  blood,  like  wine,  adorns  thy  board, 
And    thine    own  flesh   feeds   every 
guest. 
Our  faith  adores  thy  bleeding  love, 
And  trusts  for  life  in  One  that  died  : 


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We  hope  for  heavenly  crowns  above 
From  a  Redeemer  crucified. 

3  Let  the  vain  world  pronounce  it  shame, 

And  fling  their  scandals  on  the  cause; 

We  come  to  boast  our  Saviour's  name, 

And  make  our  triumphs  in  his  cross. 

4  With  joy  we  tell  the  scoffing  age, 

He  that  was  dead  has  left  his  tomb  ; 
He  lives  above  their  utmost  rage, 
And  we  are  waiting  till  he  come. 

Watts. 

1^1  L.M. 

1  T  ESUS  is  gone  above  the  skies, 
Where   our   weak    senses   reach 

him  not ; 
And  carnal  objects  court  our  eyes, 
To    thrust    our    Saviour    from    our 
thought. 

2  He  knows  what  wandering  hearts  we 

have. 
Apt  to  foi-get  his  lovely  face  ; 
And,  to  refresh  our  minds,  he  gave 
These  kind  memorials  of  his  grace. 

3  Let  sinful  joys  be  all  forgot. 

And  earth  grow  less  in  our  esteem, 
Christ  and  his  love  fill  every  thought, 
And  faith  and  hope  be  fixed  on  him. 

4  While  he  is  absent  from  our  sight, 

'Tis  to  prepare  our  souls  a  place. 
That  we  may  dwell  in  heavenly  light, 
And  live  forever  near  his  face. 

Watts. 


788 


L.  M. 
THOU,  .my    soul,   forget    no 
more 

The  Friend  who  all  thy  sorrows  bore ; 
Let  every  idol  be  forgot ; 
But,  0  my  soul,  forget  him  not. 


2  Renounce  thy  works  and  ways,   with 

grief, 
And  fly  to  this  divine  relief; 
Nor  him  forget,  who  left  his  throne. 
And  for  thy  life  gave  up  his  own. 

3  Eternal  truth  and  mercy  shine 
In  him,  and  he  himself  is  thine: 
And  canst  thou  then,  wilh  sin  beset, 
Such  charms,  such  matchless  charms, 

forget  ? 

4  Oh,  no;  till  life  itself  depart, 

His  name  shall  cheer  and  v/arm  my 

heart ; 
And,  lisping  this,  from  earth  FU  rise. 
And  join  the  chorus  of  the  skies. 

Krishna  Pal. 


789 


L.  M. 

1  T~\RAW  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw 
Jl f         near, 

With   peace    and   gladness    on  thy 
wing  ; 
Reveal  the  Saviour's  presence,  here, 
And   light,    and   life,    and    comfort 
bring. 

2  "  Eat,    O   my   friends — drink,    O   be- 

loved !  " 
We    hear    the    Master's    voice    ex- 
claim : 
Our  hearts  with  new  desire  are  moved, 
And  kindled  with  a  heavenly  flame. 

3  No  room  for  doubt,  no  room  for  dread, 

Nor  tears,  nor  groans,  nor  anxious 
sighs ; 
We  do  not  mourn  a  Saviour  dead. 
But  hail  him  living  in  the  skies ! 

A.  R.  w. 


THE    LORD'S    SUFFER. 


245 


790  L.  M. 

1  A  MIDST  us  our  Beloved  stands, 
Jtx.   And   bids  us  view  his  pierced 

hands ; 
Points  to  the  wounded  feet  and  side, 
Blest  emblems  of  the  crucified. 

2  What  food  luxurious  loads  the  board, 
When  at  his  table  sits  the  Lord  ! 

The   wine   how  rich,  the   bread  how 

sweet. 
When    Jesus    deigns    the    guests   to 

meet. 

3  If  now,  with  eyes  defiled  and  dim, 
We  see  the  signs,  but  see  not  him. 
Oh  may  his  love  the  scales  displace, 
And  bid  us  see  him  face  to  face. 

Spurceon. 

791  L.M. 

1  "|\  yr  Y  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread, 
1.VX      And  doth  thy  cup  with  love 

o'erflow ! 
Thither  be  all  thy  children  led. 

And    let    them    all    thy   sweetness 
know. 

2  Hail,  sacred  feast,  which  Jesus  makes, 

Rich   banquet    of    his    Flesh    and 
Blood  ! 
Thrice  happy  he  who  here  partakes 
That  sacred  stream,  that  heavenly 
food. 

3  Oh  let  thy  table  honored  be, 

And     furnished    w^ell    with    joyful 
guests  ; 
And  may  each  soul  salvation  see. 
That  here  its  sacred  pledges  tastes. 

Doddridge. 


792  L.M. 

I    FEED   by    faith   on    Christ ;    my 
bread. 
His  body  broken  on  the  tree  ; 
I  live  in  him,  my  living  Head, 
Who  died,  and  rose  again  for  me. 

This  be  my  joy  and  comfort  here, 
This  pledge  of  future  glory  mine  : 

Jesus,  in  spirit  now  appear, 

And  break  the  bread,  and  pour  the 
wine. 

From  thy  dear  hand,  may  I  receive 
The  tokens  of  thy  dying  love, 

And  while  I  feast  on  earth,  believe 
That  I  shall  feast  with  thee  above. 

Montgomery. 

793  L.  M. 

STILL    one    in    life    and   one    in 
death. 
One  in  our  hope  of  rest  above, 
One  in  our  joy,  our  trust,  our  faith. 
One  in  each  other's  faithful  love ; 

Yet  must  we  part,  and  parting  weep ; 

What  else  has  earth  for  us  in  store  ? 
Our    farewell    pangs,    how  sharp  and 
deep ! 
Our  farewell    words,   how  sad    and 
sore  ! 

Yet  shall  we  meet  again  in  peace, 
To  sing  the  song  of  festal  joy, 

Where    none    shall    bid  our   gladness 
cease. 
And  none  our  fellowship  destroy  : 

Where  none  shall  beckon  us  away, 
Nor  bid  our  festival  be  done  : 


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Our  meeting-time  the  eternal  day, 
Our     meeting-place      the      eternal 
throne. 
5  There,    hand    in  hand,  firm-linked  at 
last. 
And  heart  to  heart  enfolded  all, 
We'll  smile  upon  the  troubled  past. 
And  wonder  why  we  wept  at  all. 


794 


BONAR. 


C.  M. 


r    f~\  GOD,  unseen,  yet  ever  near, 
\^_J     Thy  presence  may  we  feel ; 
And  thus,  inspired  with  holy  fear. 
Before  thine  altar  kneel. 

2  Here  may  thy  faithful  people  know 

The  blessings  of  thy  love ; 
The  streams  that  through  the  desert 
flow, 
The  manna  from  above. 

3  We  come,  obedient  to  thy  word, 

To  feast  on  heavenly  food  ; 
Our  meat,  the  body  of  the  Lord, 
Our  drink,  his  precious  blood. 

OSLER. 

795  c.  M. 

1  A  ROUND  thy  table,  holy  Lord, 
£\.     In  fellowship  we  meet ; 
Obedient  to  thy  blest  command, 

This  feast  of  love  to  eat. 

2  By  faith  we  take  the  bread  of  life. 

With  which  our  souls  are  fed ; 
And  cup,  in  token  of  thy  blood 
That  was  for  sinners  shed. 

3  Under  thy  banner  thus  we  sing 

The  wonders  of  thy  love. 
While  we  anticipate  by  faith, 

The  heavenly  feast  above,    cotterill. 


796 


C.  M. 

1  T  T  OW  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place, 
X  Jl      With  Christ  within  the  doors, 

While  everlasting  love  displays 
The  choicest  of  her  stores  ! 

2  While  all  our  hearts,  and  all  our  songs, 

Join  to  admire  the  feast. 
Each  of  us  cries,  with  thankful  tongue, 
"  Lord,  why  was  I  a  guest  ?" 

3  "  Why  was  I  made  to  hear  thy  voice. 

And  enter  while  there's  room, 
When   thousands   make    a    wretched 
choice, 
And  rather  starve  than  come  ?" 

4  'Twas  the   same  love  that  spread  the 

feast, 
That  sweetly  forced  us  in  ; 
Else  we  had  still  refused  to  taste, 
And  perished  in  our  sin. 

5  Pity  the  nations,  O  our  God  ! 

Constrain  the  earth  to  come ; 
Send  thy  victorious  word  abroad, 
And  bring  the  strangers  home. 

Watts. 

797  CM. 

1  /'^PPREST  with  noon-day's  scorch- 
\^  ing  heat. 

To  yonder  cross  I  flee  ; 
Beneath  its  shelter  take  my  seat : 
No  shade  like  this  for  me  ! 

2  Beneath  that  cross  clear  waters  burst — 

A  fountain  sparkling  free  ; 
And  there  I  quench  my  desert  thirst : 
No  spring  like  this  for  me  ! 

3  A  stranger  here,  I  pitch  my  tent 

Beneath  this  spreading  tree ; 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


247 


Here  shall  my  pilgrim  life  be  spent : 
No  home  like  this  for  me  ! 

4  For  burdened  ones  a  resting-place, 
Beside  that  cross  I  see ; 
1  here  cast  off  my  weariness  : 
No  rest  like  this  for  me ! 


798 


BONAR. 


C.  M. 


1  T  ORD,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast — 
J /     The  earnest  of  thy  love — 

Maintain  a  dwelling  in  our  breast, 
Until  we  meet  above.  • 

2  And  if  no  more  with  kindred  dear 

The  broken  bread  we  share, 
Nor  at  the  banquet-board  appear 
To  breathe  the  grateful  prayer ; — 

3  Forget  us  not, — when  on  the  bed 

Of  dire  disease  we  waste, 
Or  to  the  chambers  of  the  dead, 
And  bar  of  judgment  haste. 

4  Forget  not, — thou  who  bore  the  woe 

Of  Calvary's  fatal  tree, — 
Those  who  within  these  courts  below 
Have  thus  remembered  thee. 

SlG0U3NET. 

799  CM. 

1  T  ESUS  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget, 

I       And  never  bring  to  mind 
The   grace  that  paid  our  hopeless 
debt, 
And  bade  us  pardon  find  1 

2  Shall  we  thy  life  of  grief  forget. 

Thy  fasting  and  thy  prayer  ; 
Thy  locks  with  mountain  vapors  wet, 
To  save  us  from  despair .? 

3  Gethsemane,  can  we  forget — 

Thy  struggling  agony — 


When  night  lay  dark  on  Olivet, 
And  none  to  watch  with  thee } 

Can  we  the  crown  of  thorns  forget, 

The  buffeting  and  shame  ; 
When  hell  thy  sinking  soul  beset. 

And  earth  reviled  thy  name  ? 

The  nails,  the  spear,  can  we  forget ; 

The  agonizing  cry — 
"  My  God!  my  Father!  wilt  thou  let 

Thy  Son  forsaken  die  ?" 

Life's  brightest  joys  we  may  forget — 

Our  kindred  cease  to  love  ; 
But  he  who  paid  our  hopeless  debt. 

Our  constancy  shall  prove. 
Our  sorrows  and  our  sins  were  laid 

On  thee  — alone  on  thee  : 
Thy  precious  blood  our  ransom  paid — 

Thine  all  the  glory  be. 

800  CM. 

IF  human  kindness  meets  return, 
And  owns  the  grateful  tie ; 
If  tender  thoughts  within  us  burn 
To  feel  a  friend  is  nigh  : 

Oh,  shall  not  warmer  accents  tell 

The  gratitude  we  owe 
To  him  who  died  our  fears  to  quell. 

Our  more  than  orphan's  woe  I 

While  yet  his  anguished  soul  surveyed 
Those  pangs  he  would  not  flee. 

What  love  his  latest  words  displayed, 
"  Meet  and  remember  me  !" 

Remember  thee  !  thy  death,  thy  shame. 
Our  sinful  hearts  to  share  ! 

O  memor}',  leave  no  other  name, 
But  his  recorded  there  ! 

Noel. 


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THE     CHURCH. 


801  C.  M. 

1  T   T  ERE  at  thy  table,  Lord,  we  meet, 
X  X      To  feed  on  food  divine  : 

Thy  body  is  the  bread  we  eat, 
Thy  precious  blood  the  wine. 

2  Here  peace  and  pardon  sweetly  flow  : 

Oh,  what  delightful  food  ! 
We  eat  the  bread,  and  drink  the  wine, 
But  think  on  nobler  good. 

3  Deep  was  the  suffering  he  endured 

Upon  th'  accursed  tree  ; 
"  For  me,"  each  welcome  guest  may 
say, 
"'Twas  all  endured  for  me." 

4  Sure  there  was  never  love  so  free — 

Dear  Saviour — so  divine  : 
Well  thou  may'st  claim  that  heart  of 
me. 
Which  owes  so  much  to  thine. 

Stennett. 

802  c.M. 

1  TT  riTH  humble  faith,  and  thank- 

VV  ful  heart. 

Lord,  I  accept  thy  love : 
'Tis  a  rich  banquet  I  have  had, 
What  will  it  be  above  ! 

2  Ye  saints  below,  and  hosts  of  heaven. 

Join  all  your  raptured  powers ; 
No  theme  is  like  redeeming  love, 
No  Saviour  is  like  ours. 

3  Had  I  ten  thousand  hearts,  dear  Lord, 

I'd  give  them  all  to  thee  ; 
Had  I  ten  thousand  tongues,  they  all 
Should  join  the  harmon3\ 

Stennett. 


803  C.M. 

10RD,  at  thy  table  we  behold 
_^     The  wonders  of  thy  grace, 
But  most  of  all  admire  that  we 
Should  find  a  welcome  place  ; — 

We,  who  were  all  defiled  with  sin, 

And  rebels  to  our  God  ; 
We,  who  have  crucified  thy  Son, 

And  trampled  on  his  blood. 
What  strange,  surprising  grace  is  this, 

l^at  we,  so  lost,  have  room ! 
Jesus  our  weary  souls  invites, 

And  freely  bids  us  come. 


804 


C.  M. 

LET  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 
^     Be  banished  from  the  heart. 
The  Saviour's  love  fill  every  breast, 
And  life  and  light  impart. 

He  knows  how  frail  our  nature  is, 

Our  souls  how  aj^t  to  stray ; 
How  much  we  need  his  gracious  help 

To  keep  us  in  the  way  ! 
These  faithful  pledges  of  his  love 

His  mercy  did  ordain. 
To  bring  refreshment  to  our  souls, 

And  faith  and  hope  sustain. 
Since  such  his  condescending  grace, 

Let  us,  with  hearts  sincere. 
Obedient  to  his  holy  will, 

His  table  now  draw  near. 

805  s.  M. 

BLEST  feast  of  love  divine  ! 
'Tis  grace  that  makes  us  free 
To  feed  upon  this  bread  and  wine, 
In  memory,  Lord,  of  thee ! 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


249 


2  That  blood  which  flowed  for  sui, 

In  symbol  here  we  see, 
And  feel  the  blessed  pledge  within, 
That  we  are  loved  of  thee. 

3  Oh,  if  this  glimpse  of  love 

Be  so  divinely  sweet, 
What  will  it  be,  my  Lord,  above, 
Thy  gladdening  smile  to  meet! 

4  To  see  thee  fiice  to  face. 

Thy  perfect  likeness  wear. 
And  all  thy  ways  o(  wondrous  grace 
Through  endless  years  declare  ! 

1  T  ESUS  invites  his  saints 

I       To  meet  around  his  board  ; 
Here  pardoned  rebels  sit  and  hold 
Communion  with  their  Lord. 

2  Thus  do  the  bread  and  wine 

Revive  our  fainting  breath. 
By  union  with  our  living  Lord, 
And  interest  in  his  death. 

3  Our  heavenly  Father  calls 

Christ  and  his  members  one ; 
We,  the  young  children  of  his  love, 
And  he,  the  First-born  Son. 

4  Let  all  our  powers  be  joined 

His  glorious  Name  to  raise  ; 
Pleasure  and  love  fill  every  mind. 
And  every  voice  be  praise. 


J 


Watts. 

807  S.M. 

ESUS,  we  thus  obey 

Thy  last  and  kindest  word. 

And  in  thine  own  appointed  way, 

We  come  to  meet  our  Lord. 


2  Thus  we  remember  thee, 

And  take  this  bread  and  wine 
As  thine  own  dying  legacy. 
And  our  redemption's  sign. 

3  Thy  presence  makes  the  feast ; 

Now  let  our  spirits  feel 
The  glory  not  to  be  expressed, 
The  joy  unspeakable. 

4  With  high  and  heavenly  bliss 

Thou  dost  our  spirits  cheer  ; 
Thy  house  of  banqueting  is  this, 
And  thou  hast  brought  us  here. 

5  Now  let  our  souls  be  fed 

With  manna  from  above. 
And  over  us  thy  banner  spread 
Of  everlasting  love. 

808  S.M. 

EH  OLD  !  what  wondrous  grace 
The  Father  has  bestowed 
On  sinners  of  a  mortal  race. 
To  call  them  sons  of  God. 

2  'Tis  no  surprising  thing 

That  we  should  be  unknown  ; 
The  Jewish  world  knew  not  their  King, 
God's  everlasting  Son. 

3  Nor  doth  it  yet  appear 

How  great  we  must  be  made ; 
But  when  we  see  our  Saviour  here, 
We  shall  be  like  our  Head. 

4  A  hope  so  much  divine 

May  trials  well  endure  ; 
May  purge  our  souls  from  sense  and 
sin, 
As  Christ,  the  Lord,  is  pure. 


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THE     CHURCH. 


5  If  in  my  Father's  love 

I  share  a  fiUal  part, 
Send  down  thy  Spirit  like  a  dove, 
To  rest  upon  my  heart. 

6  We  would  no  longer  lie, 

Like  slaves,  beneath  the  throne ; 
Our  faith  shall  "Abba,  Father!"  cry, 
And  thou  the  kindred  own. 


Watts. 


809 


S.  M. 


'A 


PARTING  hymn  we  sing, 
Around  thy  table,  Lord, 
Again  our  grateful  tribute  bring. 
Our  solemn  vows  record. 


2  Here  have  we  seen  thy  face. 

And  felt  thy  presence  here. 
So  may  the  savor  of  thy  grace 
In  word  and  life  appear. 

3  The  purchase  of  thy  blood — 

By  sin  no  longer  led — 
The  path  our  dear  Redeemer  trod 
May  we  rejoicing  tread. 

4  In  self-forgetful  love 

Be  our  communion  shown. 
Until  we  join  the  church  above. 
And  know  as  we  are  known. 


D 


810  s.M. 

J  EAR  Saviour  !  we  are  thine, 
By  everlasting  bands ; 
Our  hearts,  our  souls,  we  would  resign 
Entirely  to  thy  hands. 

2  To  thee  we  still  would  cleave 
With  ever-growing  zeal ; 


If  millions  tempt  us  Christ  to  leave. 
Oh,  let  them  ne'er  prevail ! 

3  The  Spirit  shall  unite 

Our  souls  to  thee,  our  Head ; 
Shall  form  in  us  thine  image  bright, 
And  teach  thy  paths  to  tread. 

4  Death  may  our  souls  divide 

From  these  abodes  of  clay; 
But  love  shall  keep  us  near  thy  side, 
Through  all  the  gloomy  way. 

5  Since  Christ  and  we  are  one. 

Why  should  we  doubt  or  fear  ? 
If  he  in  heaven  has  fixed  his  throne. 
He'll  fix  his  members  there. 

Doddridge. 

^  ^  ^         7s.   6  lines. 

1  "^T^ILL   he   come!"    oh,    let    the 

X  words 

Linger  on  the  trembling  chords ; 
Let  the  little  while  between, ' 
In  their  golden  light  be  seen; 
Let  us  think  how  heaven  and  home 
Lie  beyond  that  "Till  he  come." 

2  When  the  weary  ones  we  love 
Enter  on  their  rest  above, 
Seems  the  earth  so  poor  and  vast, 
All  our  life-joy  overcast? 

Hush  I  be  every  murmur  dumb  ; 
It  is  only  "  Till  he  come." 

3  Clouds  and  conflicts  round  us  press ; 
Would  we  have  one  sorrow  less? 
All  the  sharpness  of  the  cross. 

All  that  tells  the  world  is  loss. 
Death  and  darkness  and  the  tomb 
Only  whisper,  "  Till  he  come." 


THE    LORD'S    SUPPER. 


251 


4  See,  the  feast  of  love  is  spread  ; 
Drink  the  wine  and  break  the  bread ; 
Sweet  memorials, — till  the  Lord 
Call  us  round  his  heavenly  board ; 
Some  from  earth,  from  glory  some, — 
Severed  only  "  till  he  come." 


8l2 


E.  W.  BiCKERSTETH. 


7s. 


w 


HEN  on  Sinai's  top  I  see 
God  descend,  in  majesty, 
To  proclaim  his  holy  law, 
All  my  spirit  sinks  with  awe. 

2  When,  in  ecstacy  sublime, 
Tabor's  glorious  steep  I  climb. 
At  the  too  transporting  light 
Darkness  rushes  o'er  my  sight. 

3  When  on  Calvary  I  rest, 
God,  in  flesh  made  manifest, 
Shines  in  my  Redeemer's  face, 
Full  of  beauty,  truth,  and  grace. 

4  Here  I  would  forever  stay, 
Weep  and  gaze  my  soul  away ; 
Thou  art  heaven  on  earth  to  me, 
Lovely,  mournful  Calvary! 

Montgomery.  | 

^^3  9s&8s. 

1  T3  READ    of  the   w-orld   in   mercy 
J3         broken, 

Wine  of  the  soul  in  mercy  shed, 
By  whom  the  words  of  life  were  spoken, 
And  in  whose  death  our    sins    are 
dead : 

2  Look  on  the  heart  by  sorrow  broken, 

Look  on  the  tears  by  sinners  shed. 
And  be  thy  feast  to  us  the  token 
That  by  thy  grace  our  souls  are  fed. 

Heber. 


814 


8s&7s. 

COME,  O   my  soul,  to  Calvary, 
And  see  the  ]\Ian  who  died  for 
thee 
Upon  th'  accursed  tree. 

Behold  the  Saviour's  agony — 
While  groaning  in  Gethsemane, 
Beneath  the  sins  of  men. 

With  purple  robe,  and  thorny  crown, 
And  mocking  soldiers— bowing  down, 
The  Saviour  bears  my  shame. 

Behold,  they  shed  his  precious  blood, 
Oh!    hear   him   cry,   "My   God,    my 
God, 
Hast  thou  forsaken  me  ?" 

He    died ;    the    earth    was    rob'd    in 

gloom. 
They  laid  him  then  in  Joseph's  tomb. 
While  soldiers  watched  around. 

But  in  the  light  of  dawning  day, 
Bright  angels  rolled  the  rock  away, 
And  Christ  the  conqueror  rose. 

Soon  he  who  once  w'as  scourged  and 

bound, 
Shall  come  again  with  glory  crowned, 
And  reign  forevermore. 

His  saints  shall  crown  him  Lord  of  all ; 
Before  him  every  foe  shall  fall, 
And  every  knee  shall  bow^ 

CJiorus. 

How  can  I  forget  thee  ? 
How  can  I  forget  my  Lord  ? 
How  can  I  forget  thee  ? 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me. 

Hastings. 


252 


THE     CHURCH. 


^15  8S&7S. 

1  r~^  LORIOUS    things    of  thee    are 
Vjr  spoken, 

Zion,  city  of  our  God  ; 
He  whose  word  cannot  be  broken, 

Formed  thee  for  his  own  abode : 
On  the  Rock  of  Ages  founded. 

What  can  shake  thy  sure  repose? 
With  salvation's  walls  surrounded, 

Thou  may'st  smile  at  all  thy  foes. 

2  See,  the  streams  of  living  waters. 

Springing  from  eternal  love, 
Well  supply  thy  sons  and  daughters, 

And  all  fear  of  want  remove  : 
Who  can  fliint,  while  such  a  river 

Ever  flows  their  thirst  t' assuage? 
Grace  which,  like  the  Lord  the  Giver, 

Never  fails  from  age  to  age. 

3  Round  each  habitation  hovering. 

See  the  cloud  and  fire  appear 
For  a  glory  and  a  covering. 

Showing  that  the  Lord  is  near  : 
Thus  deriving  from  their  banner 

Light  by  night  and  shade  by  day, 
Safe  they  feed  upon  the  manna 

Which  he    gives   them   when    they 
pray. 

4  Saviour,  if  of  Zion's  city 

I,  through  grace,  a  member  am. 
Let  the  world  deride  or  pity, 

I  will  glory  in  thy  Name : 
Fading  is  the  worldling's  pleasure. 

All  his  boasted  pomp  and  show  ; 
Solid  joys  and  lasting  treasure 

None  but  Zion's  children  know. 

Newton. 


I    TO!   he 
L     'T 


^^^  8s  &  7s. 

he  comes !  let  all  adore  him  ! 
Is   the    God    of    grace    and 
truth  ! 
Go  !  prepare  the  way  before  him, 

Make  the  rugged  places  smooth  ! 
Lo  !  he  comes,  the  mighty  Lord ! 
Great  his  work,  and  his  reward. 

2  Let  the  valleys  all  be  raised  ; 

Go,  and  make  the  crooked  straight; 
Let  the  mountains  be  abased  ; 

Let  all  nature  change  its  state ; 
'J'hrough  the  desert  mark  a  road, 
Make  a  highway  for  our  God. 

3  Through  the  desert  God  is  going. 

Through  the  desert  waste  and  wild. 
Where  no  goodly  plant  is  growing, 

Where  no  verdure  ever  smiled : 
But  the  desert  shall  be  glad. 
And  with  verdure  soon  be  clad. 

Kelly. 

817  CM. 

1  T3L ANTED  in    Christ,    the    living 
X  Vine, 

This  day,  with  one  accord. 
Ourselves,  with  humble  foith  and  joy. 
We  yield  to  thee,  O  Lord. 

2  Joined  in  one  body  may  we  be  ; 

One  inward  life  partake  ; 
One  be  our  heart ;  one  heavenly  hope 
In  every  bosom  wake. 

3  In  prayer,  in  efforts,  tears,  and  toils. 

One  wisdom  be  our  guide  ; 
Taught  by  one  Spirit  from  above, 
In  thee  may  we  abide. 


WELFARE. 


253 


B 


4  Complete    in    us,    whom   grace   hath 

called, 
Thy  glorious  work  begun, 
O  thou,  in  whom  the  churcii  on  earth 
And  church  in  heaven  are  one. 

5  Around  this  feeble,  trusting  band 

Thy  sheltering  pinions  spread, 
Nor  let  the  storms  of  trial  beat 
Too  fiercely  on  our  head. 

6  Then,    when,    among    the    saints    in 

light, 
Our  joyful  spirits  shine. 
Shall  anthems  of  immortal  praise, 
O  Lamb  of  God,  be  thine. 

S.  F.  Smith. 

8l8  C.  M. 

EHOLD    the    sure    foundation- 
stone. 

Which  God  in  Zion  lays. 
To  build  our  heavenly  hopes  upon, 
And  his  eternal  praise. 

2  Chosen  of  God,  to  sinners  dear, 

Let  saints  adore  the  name  ; 
They  trust  their  whole  salvation  here. 
Nor  shall  they  suffer  shame. 

3  The  foolish  builders,  scribe  and  priest, 

Reject  it  with  disdain  ; 
Yet  on  this  rock  the  church  shall  rest, 
And  envy  rage  in  vain. 

4  What  though  the  gates  of  hell  with-  i 

stood, 
Yet  must  this  building  rise  : 
'Tis  thine  own  work.  Almighty  God, 
And  wondrous  in  our  eyes. 

W^^TTS 


819  CM. 

COME,     Lord,     in    mercy    come 
again, 
With  thy  converting  power  ; 
The  fields  of  Zion  thirst  for  rain, 
O  send  a  gracious  shower ! 

Our   hearts    are    filled  with  sore  dis- 
tress, 

While  sinners  all  around 
Are  pressing  on  to  endless  death, 

And  no  relief  is  found. 

Dear  Saviour,    come  with  quickening 
power. 

Thy  mourning  people  cry; 
Salvation  bring  in  mercy's  hour, 

Nor  let  the  sinner  die. 

Once    more    let   converts  throng   thy 
house. 

And  shouts  of  victory  raise; 
Then  shall  our  griefs  be  turned  to  joy, 

And  sighs  to  songs  of  praise. 

COLVER. 

820  c.  M. 

OH,  where  are  kings  and  empires 
now 
Of  old  that  went  and  came  ? 
But,  Lord,  thy  church  is  praying  yet, 
A  thousand  years  the  same. 

We  mark  her  goodly  battlements. 
And  her  foundations  strong; 

We  hear  within  the  solemn  voice 
Of  her  unending  song. 

For  not  like  kingdoms  of  the  world 
Thy  holy  church,  O  God  ! 


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THE     CHURCH. 


Though  earthquake  shocks  are  threat- 
ening her, 
And  tempests  are  abroad. 

4  Unshaken  as  eternal  hills, 
Immovable  she  stands, 
A  mountain  that  shall  fill  the  earth, 
A  house  not  made  by  hands. 


A.  C.  CoxE. 


821 


C.  M. 

1  /"^H,  how  the  hearts  of  those  re- 
\J         vive, 

Who  fear  and  love  the  Lord, 
When  sinners  dead  are  made  alive, 
By  his  all-quickening  word. 

2  The  parent  views,  with  joyful  eyes. 

His  now  returning  son, 
And,  lost  in  grateful  rapture,  cries, 
What  hath  the  Saviour  done  ! 

3  The  ministers  of  Christ  rejoice, 

When  souls  the  word  receive  ; 
When  sinners  hear  the  Saviour's  voice. 
And  in  his  name  believe. 

4  The  church  of  God  their  praises  join. 

And  of  salvation  sing  ; 
They  glorify  the  grace  divine. 
Of  their  victorious  King. 

HOSKINS. 

822 

'  c 

V.^     The  Father's  gracious  choice, 
Amid  the  voices  of  this  earth 
How  feeble  is  thy  voice  ! 

2  A  little  flock  ! — so  calls  he  thee 

Who  bought  thee  with  his  blood  ; 
A  little  flock,  disowned  of  men, 
But  owned  and  loved  of  God. 


C.  M. 
HURCH  of  the  ever-living  God, 


3  Not  many  rich  or  noble  called, 

Not  many  great  or  wise  ; 
They  whom  God  makes  his  kings  and 
priests 
Are  poor  in  human  eyes. 

4  But    the    chief   Shepherd    comes    at 

length  ; 
Their  feeble  days  are  o'er, 
No  more  a  handful  in  the  earth, 
A  little  flock  no  more. 

5  No  more  a  lily  among  thorns. 

Weary  and  faint  and  few; 
But  countless  as  the  stars  of  heaven, 
Or  as  the  early  dew. 

6  Then  entering  th'  eternal  halls, 

in  robes  of  victory, 
That  mighty  multitude  shall  keep 
The  joyous  jubilee. 

BONAR. 

823  c.M. 

1  "T^AUGHTER   of  Zion,  from  the 
i  I         dust 

Exalt  thy  fallen  head ; 
Again  in  thy  Redeemer  trust ; 
He  calls  thee  from  the  dead. 

2  Awake,  awake,  put  on  thy  strength, 

Thy  beautiful  array  ; 
The  day  of  freedom  dawns  at  length, 
The  Lord's  appointed  day. 

3  Rebuild  thy  walls,  thy  bounds  enlarge, 

And  send  thy  heralds  forth  ; 
Say  to  the  south,  "  Give  up  thy  charge, 
And  keep  not  back,  O  north  !  " 

4  They  come,  they  come  ; — thine  exiled 

bands. 
Where'er  they  rest  or  roam, 


WELFARE. 


255 


Have  heard  thy  voice  in  distant  lands, 
And  hasten  to  their  home. 

5  Thus,  though  the  universe  shall  burn, 
And  God  his  works  destroy, 
With  songs  thy  ransomed  shall  return, 
And  everlasting  joy. 

Montgomery. 

824  C.  M. 

1  T3  EHOLD,    the    mountain  of    the 
D         Lord, 

In  latter  days,  shall  rise 
On  mountain  tops,  above  the  hills. 
And  draw  the  wond'ring  eyes. 

2  To  this  the  joyful  nations  round, 

All  tribes  and  tongues,  shall  How; 
"  Up  to  the  hill  of  God,"  they  say, 
"  And  to  his  house  we'll  go." 

3  The  beams  that  shine  on  Zion's  hill 

Shall  lighten  every  land  ; 
The    King    who    reigns    in    Salem's 
towers 
Shall  all  the  world  command. 

4  No  longer  hosts  encountering  hosts, 

Their  millions  slain  deplore  ; 
They  hang  the  trumpet  in  the  hall, 
And  study  war  no  more. 


825 


Logan. 


C.  M. 


1  T  ET  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice — 
J /     Behold  the  promised  hour  ! 

Her   God    hath  heard   her   mourning 
voice. 
And  comes  to  exalt  his  power. 

2  Her  dust  and  ruins  that  remain 

Are  precious  in  our  eyes  ; 


Those  ruins  shall  be  built  again, 
And  all  that  dust  shall  rise. 

3  The  Lord  will  raise  Jerusalem, 

And  stand  in  glory  there  ; 
Nations  shall  bow  before  his  name, 
And  kings  attend  with  fear. 

4  He  frees  the  soul  condemned  to  death, 

Nor,  when  his  saints  complain, 
Shall  it  be  said  that  praying  breath 
Was  ever  spent  in  vain. 

5  This    shall   be  known    when  we   are 

dead. 
And  left  on  long  record, 
That  nations  yet  unborn  may  read, 
And  trust  and  praise  the  Lord. 


Watts. 


826 


C.  M. 

OT  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord, 
The  tempest,  fire,  and  smoke  ; 
Not  to  the  thunder  of  that  word 
Which  God  on  Sinai  spoke  ; — 

2  But  we  are  come  to  Zion's  hill, 

The  city  of  our  God, 
Where  milder  words  declare  his  will. 
And  spread  his  love  abroad. 

3  Behold  the  great,  the  glorious  host 

Of  angels  clothed  in  light ; 
Behold  the  spirits  of  the  just. 
Whose  faith  is  turned  to  sight. 

4  Behold  the  blest  assembly  there, 

Whose  names  are  writ  in  heaven. 
And  God,  the  Judge,  who  doth  declare 
Their  vilest  sins  forgiven. 

5  The  saints  on  earth,  and  all  the  dead, 

But  one  communion  make  3 


256 


THE     CH  UR  CH. 


All  join  in  Christ,  their  living  Head, 
And  of  his  grace  partake. 

6  Ii'w  such  society  as  this 

Our  weary  souls  would  rest; 
The  man  who  dwells  where  Jesus  is 
Must  be  forever  blest. 


827 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  A    MOTHER  may  forgetful  be, 
£\.     For  human  love  is  frail ; 
But  thy  Creator's  love  to  thee, 

O  Zion,  cannot  fail. 

2  No,  thy  dear  name  engraven  stands. 

In  characters  of  love, 
On  thy  almighty  Father's  hands ; 
And  never  shall  remove. 

3  Before  his  ever-watchful  eye 

Thy  mournful  state  appears, 
And  every  groan,  and  every  sigh, 
Divine  compassion  hears. 

4  O  Zion,  learn  to  doubt  no  more. 

Be  every  fear  suppressed  ; 
Unchanging  truth,  and  love,  and  power, 
Dwell  in  thy  Saviour's  breast. 


828 


Steele. 


C.  M. 


1  A  RISE,  O  King  of  grace,  arise, 
Jt\,     And  enter  to  thy  rest ; 
Behold,  thy  church,  with  longing  eyes 

Waits  to  be  owned  and  blest. 

2  Enter,  with  all  thy  glorious  train. 

Thy  Spirit  and  thy  Word  ; 
All  that  the  ark  did  once  contain 
Could  no  such  grace  afford. 

3  Here,  mighty  God,  accept  our  vows ; 

Here  let  thy  praise  be  spread ; 


Bless  the  provisions  of  th}'^  house, 
And  fill  thy  poor  with  bread. 

Here  let  the  Son  of  David  reign, 
Let  God's  Anointed  shine  ; 

Justice  and  truth  his  court  maintain, 
With  love  and  povi'er  divine. 

Watts. 


829 


L.  M. 

TRIUMPHANT   Zion!     lift    thy 
head 
From   dust,    and   darkness,    and    the 

dead  ; 
Though  humbled  long,  awake  at  length. 
And    gird    thee    with    thy    Saviour's 
strength. 

Put  all  thy  beauteous  garments  on, 
And  let  thy  excellence  be  known  ; 
Decked  in  the  robes  of  righteousness, 
The  world  thy  glories  shall  confess. 

No  more  shall  foes  unclean  invade, 
And  fill  thy  hallowed  walls  with  dread; 
No  more  shall  hell's  insulting  host 
Their  victory  and  thy  sorrows  boast. 

God,    from    on    high,    has    heard  thy 

prayer ; 
His  hand  thy  ruins  shall  repair; 
Nor  will  thy  watchful  Monarch  cease 
To  guard  thee  in  eternal  peace. 


830 


Doddridge. 


L.  M. 


■\  T  7  HILE  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave 

To  see  the  work  of  God  decline, 
Methought  I  heard  the  Saviour  say — 
"Dismiss  thy  fears,  the  ark  is  mine. 


WELFARE. 


25; 


2  "  Though  for  a  time  I  hide  my  face, 

Rely  upon  my  love  and  power ; 
Still  wrestle  at  the  throne  of  grace, 
And  wait  for  a  reviving  hour, 

3  "  Take  down  thy  long-neglected  harp, 

I've  seen   thy  tears,  and  heard  thy 
pra3'er  ; 
The  winter  season  has  been  sharp. 

But  spring  shall   all  its  wastes  re- 
pair." 

4  Lord  !  I  obe}',  my  hopes  revive  ; 

Come,  join  with   me,  ye  saints,  and 
sing : 
Our  foes  in  vain  against  lis  strive, 
For  God  will  help  and  triumph  bring. 


■w 


831 


L.  M. 
HEN  God  descends  with  men 
to  dwell, 
And  all  creation  wakes  anew. 
What  tongue  can  half  the  wonders  tell .'' 
What  eye  the  dazzling  glory  view.'' 

2  Zion,  the  desolate,  again 

Shall  see  her  lands  with  roses  bloom  ; 
And    Carmel's   mount,    and    Sharon's 
plain, 
Shall  yield  their  spices  and  perfume  : 

3  Celestial  streams  shall  gently  flow  ; 

The  wilderness  shall  joyful  be  ; 
Lilies  on  parched  ground  shall  grow ; 
And  gladness  spring  on  every  tree  : 

4  The  v;eak  be  strong,  the  fearful  bold, 

The  deaf  shall  hear,  the  dumb  shall 
sing, 
The  lame  shall  walk,  the  blind  behold, 
And  joy  through  all  the  earth  shall 
ring:    • 
17 


5  Monarchs    and  slaves  shall   meet   in 
love  ; 
Old  pride  shall  die,  and  meekness 
reign. 
When  God  descends  from  worlds  above. 
To  dwell  with  men  on  earth  again. 

Ballou. 


83 


S.  M. 


1  T   LOVE  thy  kingdom,  Lord, — 
X      The  house  of  thine  abode, 

The  church  our  blest  Redeemer  saved 
With  his  own  precious  blood. 

2  I  love  thy  Church,  O  God  ! 

Her  walls  before  thee  stand, 
Dear  as  the  apple  of  thine  eye, 
And  graven  on  thy  hand. 

3  For  her  my  tears  shall  fall ; 

For  her  my  prayers  ascend  ; 
To  her  my  cares  and  toils  be  given, 
Till  toils  and  cares  shall  end. 

4  Beyond  my  highest  joy 

I  prize  her  heavenly  ways. 
Her  sweet  communion,  solemn  vows, 
Her  hymns  of  love  and  praise. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Friend  divine, 

Our  Saviour  and  our  King, 
Thy  hand  from  every  snare  and  foe 
Shall  great  deliverance  bring. 

6  Sure  as  thy  truth  shall  last, 

To  Zion  shall  be  given 
The  brightest  glories  earth  can  yield, 
And  briijhter  bliss  of  heaven. 

DWIGHT. 


I     I   ■'AR  as  thy  name  is  known, 


S.  M. 


The  world  declares  thy  praise  ; 
The  saints,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne. 
Their  sonars  of  honor  raise. 


25S 


THE     CHURCH. 


2  With  joy  thy  people  stand 

On  Zion's  chosen  hill, 
Proclaim  the  wonders  of  thy  hand, 
And  counsels  of  thy  will. 

3  Let  strangers  walk  around 

The  city  where  we  dwell, 
Survey  with  care  thine  holy  ground, 
And  mark  the  building  well, — 

4  The  order  of  thy  house, 

The  worship  of  thy  court, 
The  cheerful  songs,  the  solemn  vows, 
And  make  a  fair  report. 

5  How  decent,  and  how  wise  ! 

How  glorious  to  behold ! 
Beyond    the    pomp    that    charms    the 
eyes. 
And  rites  adorned  with  gold. 

6  The  God  we  worship  now 

Will  guid€  us  till  we  die — 
Will  be  our  God  while  here  below, 
And  ours  above  the  sky. 


835 


S.  M. 


83+ 

"\  T  7"H0  can  forbear  to  sing, 


Watts. 


S.  M. 


Who  can  refuse  to  praise, 
When  Zion's  high,  celestial  King 
His  saving  power  displays  ? 

2  When  sinners  at  his  feet. 

By  mercy  conquered,  fall  .^ 
W'hen   grace,    and  truth,    and   justice 
meet, 
And  peace  unites  them  all  1 

3  Who  can  forbear  to  praise 

Our  high,  celestial  King, 
When  sovereign,  rich,  redeeming  grace 
Invites  our  tongues  to  sing  ? 

Swain. 


LORD,  thy  work  revive. 
In  Zion's  gloomy  hour. 
And  make  her  dying  graces  live 
By  thy  restoring  power. 

Awake  thy  chosen  few 

To  fervent,  earnest  prayer ; 

Again  may  they  their  vows  renew, 
Thy  blessed  presence  share. 

Thy  Spirit  then  will  speak 
Through  lips  of  feeble  clay, 

And  hearts  of  adamant  will  break, 
And  rebels  will  obey. 

Lord,  lend  thy  gracious  ear ; 

Oh,  listen  to  our  cry  ! 
Oh,  come  and  bring  salvation  here  ! 

Our  hopes  on  thee  rely. 


Hastings. 


836 


S.  M. 

GREAT  is  the  Lord  our  God, 
And  let  his  praise  be  great ; 
He  makes  his  churches  his  abode. 
His  most  delightful  seat.   . 

These  temples  of  his  grace, 
How  beautiful  they  stand  ! 

The  honors  of  our  native  place, 
And  bulwarks  of  our  land. 

In  Zion  God  is  known, 

A  refuge  in  distress  : 
How  bright  has  his  salvation  shone, 

Through  all  her  palaces  ! 

When  kings  against  her  joined. 
And  saw  the  Lord  was  there, 

In  wild  confusion  of  the  mind, 
They  fled  with  ha'Jjty  fear. 


WELFARE. 


259 


5  Oft  have  our  fathers  told, 

Our  e\'es  have  often  seen, 
How  well  our  God  secures  the  fold 
Where  his  own  sheep  have  been. 

6  In  every  new  distress 

We'll  to  his  house  repair ; 
We'll  call  to  mind  his  wondrous  grace, 
And  seek  deliverance  there. 

Watts. 

^Zl  S.M. 

1  f~\  H,  for  the  happy  hour 

V_>/     When  God  will  hear  our  cry, 
And  send,  with  a  reviving  power, 
His  Spirit  from  on  high. 

2  We  meet,  we  sing,  we  pray, 

We  listen  to  the  word, 
In  vain  ; — we  see  no  cheering  ray. 
No  cheering  voice  is  heard. 

3  While  many  crowd  thy  house, 

How  few,  around  thy  board. 
Meet  to  recount  their  solemn  vows. 
And  bless  thee  as  their  Lord ! 

4  Thou,  thou  alone  canst  give 

Thy  gospel  sure  success  ; 
Canst  bid  the  dying  sinner  live 
Anew  in  holiness. 

5  Come,  then,  with  power  divine. 

Spirit  of  life  and  love  ! 
Then  shall  this  people  all  be  thine. 
This  church  like  that  above. 


838 


Bethune. 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 
1    O  AVIOUR,  visit  thy  plantation, 
k3     Grant  us.  Lord,  a  gracious  rain  ; 
All  will  come  to  desolation. 
Unless  thou  return  again. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


2  Keep  no  longer  at  a  distance. 

Shine  upon  us  from  on  high, 
Lest  for  want  of  thine  assistance. 
Every  plant  should  droop  and  die. 

Lord,  revive  us ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

3  Let  our  mutual  love  be  fervent. 

Make  us  prevalent  in  prayers  ; 
Let  each  one  esteemed  thy  servant. 
Shun  the  world's  bewitching  snares. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 

4  Break  the  tempter's  fatal  power 

Turn  the  stony  heart  to  flesh ; 
And  begin,  from  this  good  hour, 
To  revive  thy  work  afresh. 

Lord,  revive  us  ; 
All  our  help  must  come  from  thee. 


0 


839 


Newton. 


8s  &  7s. 
NCE,     O      Lord,     thy     garden 
flourished. 
Every  part  looked  gay  and  green  ; 
Then  thy  word  our  spirits  nourished, 
Happy  seasons  we  have  seen  ! 

2  But  a  drought  has  since  succeeded, 

And  a  sad  decline  we  see  ; 
Lord,  thy  help  is  greatly  needed. 
Help  can  only  come  from  thee. 

3  Some,  in  whom  we  once  delighted, 

We  shall  meet  no  more  below  ; 

Some,  alas  !  we  fear  are  blighted, — 

Scarce  a  single  leaf  they  show. 

4  Dearest  Saviour,  hasten  hither, 

Thou  canst  make  them  bloom  again  ; 
Oh,  permit  them  not  to  wither, 
Let  not  all  our  hopes  be  vain  ! 

N'ewton. 


260 


THE     CH  UR  CH. 


84 


o 


Ss  &  7s. 


1  '^  ION,  dreary  and  in  anguish, 

/  ^      'Mid    the    desert     hast     thou 

strayed  ! 
Oh,  thou  weary,  cease  to  languish  ; 
Jesus  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 

2  Still  lamenting  and  bemoaning, 

'Mid  thy  follies  and  thy  woes  ! 
Soon  repenting  and  returning. 
All  thy  solitude  shall  close. 

3  Thougli  benighted  and  forsaken, 

Though  afflicted  and  distressed  ; 
His  almighty  arm  shall  waken  ; 
Zion's  King  shall  give  thee  rest. 


841 


Hastings. 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 


1  /''^N  the  mountain's  top  appearing, 
V_x^  Lo  !  the  sacred  herald  stands, 
Welcome  news  to  Zion  bearing — 

Zion,  long  in  hostile  lands  : 

Mourning  captive  ! 
God  himself  shall  loose  thy  bands. 

2  Has  thy  night  been  long  and  mournful  ? 

Have  thy  friends  unfaithful  proved  .'' 
Have  thy  foes  been  proud  and  scornful .-" 
By  thy  sighs  and  tears  unmoved  ? 

Cease  thy  mourning; 
Zion  still  is  well  beloved. 

3  God,  thy  God,  will  now  restore  thee  ; 

He  himself  appears  thy  Friend  ; 
All  thy  foes  shall  flee  before  thee  ; 
Here  their  boasts  and  triumphs  end  : 

Great  deliverance 
Zion's  King  will  surely  send. 

4  Peace  and  joy  shall  now  attend  thee; 

All  thy  warfare  now  is  past ; 


God  thy  Saviour  will  defend  thee  ; 

Victory  is  thine  at  last : 

All  thy  conflicts 

End  in  everlasting  rest. 

Kelly. 


84: 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  '^  ION     stands     with     hills      sur- 
^  ^  rounded — 

Zion,  kept  by  power  divine  ; 
All  her  foes  shall  be  confounded. 
Though  the  world  in  arms  combine  ; 

Happy  Zion, 
What  a  favored  lot  is  thine  ! 

2  Every  human  tie  may  perish  ; 

Friend  to  friend  unfiiithful  prove  ; 
Mothers  cease  their  own  to  cherish  ; 
Heaven  and  earth  at  last  remove  : 

But  no  changes 
Can  attend  Jehovah's  love. 

3  In  the  furnace  God  may  prove  thee, 

Thence   to  bring   thee    forth  more 

bright, 
But  can  never  cease  to  love  thee  ; 
Thou  art  precious  in  his  sight ; 

God  is  with  thee — 
God,  thine  everlasting  light. 


Kelly. 


843 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  OEE,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain, 
>s3      Streams  of  living  water  flow; 
God  has  opened  there  a  fountain 

That  supplies  the  world  below  ; 

They  are  blessed 
Who  its  sovereign  virtues  know. 

2  Through  ten  thousand  channels  flowing 

Streams  of  mercy  find  their  way : 


WELFARE. 


261 


Life,  and  health,  and  joy  bestowing 
Waking  beauty  from  decay. 

Oh,  ye  nations, 
Hail  the  long-expected  day  ! 
3  Gladdened  by  the  flowing  treasure, 
All-enriching  as  it  goes, 
Lo  !  the  desert  smiles  with  pleasure, 
Buds  and  blossoms  as  the  rose  ; 

Lo  !  the  desert 
Sings  for  joy  where'er  it  flows. 

Kellv. 

^44-  H.M. 

1  f~^  ZION  !  tune  thy  voice, 

V_^      And  raise  thy  hands  on  high  ; 

Tell  all  the  earth  thy  joys, 
And  boast  salvation  nigh  ; 
Cheerful  in  God,  arise  and  shine, 
While  rays  divine  stream  all  abroad. 

2  He  gilds  thy  mourning  face 

With  beams  that  cannot  fade  ; 
His  all-resplendent  grace 
He  pours  around  thy  head  ; 
The  nations  round,  thy  form  shall  view, 
With  lustre  new  divinely  crowned.   ^ 

3  In  honor  to  his  name. 

Reflect  that  sacred  light ; 
And  loud  that  grace  proclaim, 

Which  makes  thy  darkness  bright; 
Pursue  his  praise,  till  sovereign  love, 
In  worlds  above,  the  glory  raise. 

4  There,  on  his  holy  hill, 

A  brighter  sun  shall  rise, 
And,  with  his  radiance,  fill 
Those  fairer,  purer  skies  ; 
While,  round  his   throne,    ten  thousand 

stars, 
In  nobler  spheres,  his  influence  own.   \ 

Doddridge. 


8+5 


H.  M. 


1  /~^HRIST  is  our  Corner-stone; 
V_^     On  him  alone  we  build ; 
With  his  true  saints  alone 

The  courts  of  heaven  are  filled  : 
On  his  great  love  our  hopes  we  place, 
Of  present  grace  and  joys  above. 

2  Oh,  then,  with  hymns  of  praise 

Our  hallowed  courts  shall  ring ! 
Our  voices  we  will  raise. 
The  Three  in  One  to  sing  ; 
And  thus  proclaim  in  joyful  song, 
Both  loud  and  long,  that  glorious  Name. 

3  Here,  gracious  God,  do»thou 

Forevermore  draw  nigh  ; 
Accept  each  fiaithful  vow, 

And  mark  each  suppliant  sigh  : 
In  copious  shower,  on  all  who  pray, 
Each  holy  day,  thy  blessings  pour. 

4  Here  may  we  gain  from  heaven 

The  grace  which  we  implore. 
And  may  that  grace,  once  given, 

Be  with  us  evermore, — 
Until  that  day  when  all  the  blest 
To  endless  rest  are  called  away. 


Chandler. 


846 


H 


lis  &  lOs. 
'AIL  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's 
^lad  morning! 
Joy  to  the  lands  that  in  darkness 
have  lain  ; 
Hushed  be  the  accents  of  sorrow  and 
mourning, 
Zion   in  triumph   begins    her   mild 
reign. 


262 


THE     CHURCH. 


2  Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad 

morning, 

Long  by  the  prophets  of  Israel  fore- 
told ; 
Hail  to  the  millions  from  bondage  re- 
turning, 

Gentiles  and  Jews  the  blest  vision 
behold. 

3  Lo !    in    the  desert,    rich   flowers  are 

springing, 
Streams   ever   copious    are   gliding 

along ; 
Loud  from  the  mountain-tops  echoes 

are  ringing, 
Wastes  rise  in  verdure,  and  mingle 

in  song. 

4  See,  from  all  lands — from  the  isles  of 

the  ocean. 
Praise    to    Jehovah    ascending   on 

high ; 
Fallen    are   the    engines   of  war   and 

commotion, 
Shouts  of  salvation  are  rending  the 

sky.  Hastings. 


T' 


847 


7s  &  6s. 
^HE  Church's  one  foundation 
Is  Jesus  Christ  her  Lord  ; 
She  is  his  new  creation 

By  water  and  the  Word  : 
From  heaven  he  came  and  sought  her, 

To  be  his  holy  Bride, 
With  his  own  blood  he  bought  her. 
And  for  her  life  he  died. 

2  Though  with  a  scornful  wonder 
Men  see  her  sore  opprest, 
By  schisms  rent  asunder, 
By  heresies  distrest,      -^ 


Yet  saints  their  v/atch  are  keeping, 
Their  cry  goes  up,  "  How  long  ?" 

And  soon  the  night  of  weeping- 
Shall  be  the  morn  of  song. 
3  'Mid  toil,  and  tribulation, 
And  tumult  of  her  war, 

She  waits  the  consummation 
Of  peace  forevermore  ; 

Till  with  the  vision  glorious 
Her  longing  e3-es  are  blest. 

And  the  great  Church  victorious 
Shall  be  the  Church  at  rest. 


848 


C.  P.  M. 

1  'TT^HE  Lord  into  his  garden  comes  ; 

X       The  spices  yield  a  rich  perfume; 
The  lilies  grow  and  thrive  ; 
Refreshing  showers  of  grace  divine, 
From  Jesus  flow  to  every  vine, 

Which  makes  the  dead  revive. 

2  Oh  that  this  dry  and  barren  ground 
In  springs  of  water  may  abound, 

A  fruitful  soil  become  ! 
The  desert  blossoms  as  the  rose. 
When  Jesus  conquers  all  his  foes. 

And  makes  his  people  one. 

3  The  glorious  time  is  rolling  on. 
The  gracious  work  is  now  begun, 

My  soul  a  witness  is ! 
"  Oh,  taste  and  see  the  pardon  free. 
For  air  mankind  as  well  as  me  I 

Oh,  come  to  Christ  and  live  !" 

4  Amen,  amen,  my  soul  replies, 

I'm  bound  to  meet  you  in  the  skies. 
And  claim  my  mansion  there  ! 
Now  here's  my  heart,and  here's  my  hand, 
To  meet  you  in  that  heavenly  land. 
Where  we  shall  part  no  more. 


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849 


SscSc  7s. 

1  /'"^OME,  thou  Fount  of  every  bless- 
V_/         ing ! 

Tune  my  heart  to  sing  thy  grace ; 
Streams  of  mercy,  never  ceasing, 
Call  for  songs  of  loudest  praise. 

2  Teach  me  some  melodious  sonnet 

Sung  by  flaming  tongues  above  ; 
Praise  the  mount — I'm  fix'd  upon  it! — 
Mount  of  thy  redeeming  love. 

3  Here  I'll  raise  mine  Ebenezer  ; 

Hither  by  thy  help  I'm  come  ; 
And  I  hope,  by  thy  good  pleasure, 
Safely  to  arrive  at  home. 

4  Jesus  sought  me  when  a  stranger, 

Wandering  from  the  fold  of  God  ; 
He,  to  rescue  me  from  danger. 
Interposed  his  precious  blood. 

5  Oh,  to  grace  how  great  a  debtor 

Daily  I'm  constrained  to  be  ! 
Let  thy  grace,  Lord,  like  a  fetter, 
Bind  my  wandering  heart  to  thee. 

6  Prone  to  wander,  Lord,  I  feel  it ; 

Prone  to  leave  the  God  I  love ; 
Here's  my  heart ;  oh,  take  and  seal  it ! 
Seal  it  from  thy  courts  above. 

Chorus. 
I  love  Jesus,  Hallelujah  ! 

I  love  Jesus,  yes,  I  do ; 
I  do  love  Jesus,  he's  my  Saviour  ; 

Jesus  smiles,  and  loves  me  too. 


850 


Robinson. 


L.  M. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays, 
£\,     And  sing  thy  great  Redeemer's 

praise  ; 
He  justly  claims  a  song  from  me  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  free  ! 

2  He  saw  me  ruined  in  the  fall, 
Yet  loved  me  notwithstanding  all ; 
He  saved  me  from  my  lost  estate  : 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  great! 

3  Though  numerous  hosts  of  mighty  foes, 
Though  earth  and  hell  my  way  oppose, 
He  safely  leads  my  soul  along : 

His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  strong! 

4  When  trouble,  like  a  gloomy  cloud, 
Has    gathered    thick    and    thundered 

loud. 
He  near  my  soul  has  always  stood: 
His  loving-kindness,  oh,  how  good  ! 

5  Often  I  feel  my  sinful  heart 
Prone  from  my  Jesus  to  depart ; 
But  though  1  have  him  oft  forgot. 
His  lovino-kindness  changes  not. 

6  Soon  shall  I  pass  the  gloomy  vale  ; 
Soon  all  my  mortal  powers  must  fail : 
Oh,  may  mv  last  expiring  breath 
His  loving-kindness  sing  in  death  ! 

7  Then,  let  me  mount  and  soar  away 
To  the  bright  world  of  endless  day, 
And  sing  with  rapture  and  surprise, 
His  lovincr-kindness  in  the  skies ! 


264: 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


85 


lls&9s. 
H  !  how  happy  are  they 
Who  their  Saviour  obey, 
And  have  laid  up  their  treasure  above  ! 
Tongue  can  never  express 
The  sweet  comfort  and  peace 
Of  a  soul  in  its  earliest  love. 

2  That  sweet  comfort  was  mine 
When  the  favor  divine 

I  had  found  in  the  blood  of  the  Lamb. 
When  at  tirst  I  believed, 
What  true  joy  I  received  ! 

What  a  heaven  in  Jesus'  sweet  name  ! 

3  'Twas  a  heaven  below 
My  Redeemer  to  know  ; 

And  the  angels  could  do  nothing  more 

Than  to  fall  at  his  feet, 

And  the  story  repeat, 
And  the  Lover  of  sinners  adore. 

4  Jesus,  all  the  day  long, 
Was  my  joy  and  my  song  : 

Oh,  that  all  his  salvation  might  see  ! 
"  He  hath  loved  me,"  I  cried, 
"  He  hath  suffered  and  died 

To  redeem  such  a  rebel  as  me !  " 

C.  Wesley. 


^5^  lls&9s, 

I    f~^  THOU,  in  whose  presence 

V f    My  soul  takes  delight, 

On  whom  in  affliction  I  call, 
My  comfort  by  da}^, 
And  my  song  in  the  night. 
My  hope,  my  salvation,  my  all. 

2  Where  dost  thou,  dear  Shepherd, 
Resort  with  thy  sheep. 


To  feed  them  in  pastures  of  love; 

Sa}',  why  in  the  valley 

Of  death  should  I  weep. 
Or  alone  in  this  wilderness  rove. 

3  Ye  daughters  of  Zion, 
Declare,  have  you  seen 

The  star  that  on  Israel  shone  ? 

Say,  if  in  your  tents 

My  Beloved  has  been, 
And  where  with  his  flocks  he  is  gone  "i 

4  Love  sits  in  his  eyelids. 
And  scatters  delight 

Through  all  the  bright  mansions  on  high  ! 
•  Their  faces  the  cherubim 
Veil  in  his  sight, 
And  tremble  with  fulness  of  joy. 

5  He  looks  !  and  ten  thousands 
Of  angels  rejoice, 

And  myriads  wait  for  his  word; 

He  speaks  !  and  eternity, 

Filled  with  his  voice. 
Re-echoes  the  praise  of  the  Lord. 

6  Dear  Shepherd  !   I  hear,  and 
Will  follow  thy  call ; 

1  know  the  sweet  sound  of  thy  voice ; 

Restore  and  defend  me, 
For  thou  art  my  all. 
And  in  thee  I  will  ever  rejoice.         swain. 

853  6s 

HY  works,  not  mine,  O  Christ ! 
Speak  gladness  to  this  heart ; 
They  tell  me  all  is  done; 
They  bid  my  fear  depart : 

2  Thy  tears,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Have  wept  my  guilt  away; 
And  turned  this  night  of  mine 
Into  a  blessed  day  : 


'T 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


265 


3  Thy  wounds,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Can  heal  my  bruised  soul ; 
Thy  stripes,  not  mine,  contain 
Tlie  balm  that  makes  me  whole : 

4  Thy  cross,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  borne  the  awful  load 
Of  sins  that  none  could  bear 
But  the  incarnate  God  : 

5  Thy  death,  not  mine,  O  Christ, 

Has  paid  the  ransom  due  ; 
Ten  thousand  deaths  like  mine 
Would  have  been  all  too  few  : 

6  Thy  righteousness  alone 

Can  clothe  and  beautify  ; 
I  wrap  it  round  my  soul, 
In  this  I'll  live  and  die. 

BoNAR.   Arr. 

Chorus. 
Jesus  paid  it  all  ; 

All  to  him  I  owe  ; 
Sin  had  left  a  crimson  stain  : 

He  washed  it  white  as  snow. 


854. 

1  T   BRING  my  sins  to  thee, 
X      The  sins  I  cannot  count. 

That  all  may  cleansed  be 
In  thy  once-opened  fount. 

2  My  heart  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  heart  I  cannot  read, 
A  faithless,  wandering  thing. 
An  evil  heart  indeed. 

3  To  thee  I  bring  my  care, 

The  care  I  cannot  flee ; 
Thou  wilt  not  only  share. 
But  take  it  all  for  me. 


6s. 


7s  &  6s. 


4  I  bring  my  grief  to  thee. 

The  grief  I  cannot  tell ; 
No  words  shall  needed  be. 
Thou  knowest  all  so  well. 

5  My  joys  to  thee  I  bring, 

The  joys  thy  love  has  given,  ' 

That  each  may  be  a  wing 
To  lift  me  nearer  heaven. 

6  My  life  I  bring  to  thee, 

I  would  not  be  my  own ; 

0  Saviour,  let  me  be 
Thine  ever,  thine  alone  ! 

Sunday  Mag.    Altered. 

855 

1  T  LAY  my  sins  on  Jesus, 
X      The  spotless  Lamb  of  God  ; 

He  bears  them  all,  and  frees  us 
From  the  accursed  load  : 

1  bring  my  guilt  to  Jesus, 

To  wash  my  crimson  stains. 
White  in  his  blood  most  precious. 
Till  not  a  stain  remains. 

2  I  lay  my  wants  on  Jesus  ; 

All  fullness  dwells  in  him; 
He  healeth  my  diseases, 

He  doth  my  soul  redeem  : 
I  lay  my  griefs  on  Jesus, 

My  burdens  and  my  cares  j 
He  from  them  all  releases, 

He  all  my  sorrow  shares. 

3  I  rest  my  soul  on  Jesus, 

This  weary  soul  of  mine  ; 
His  right  hand  me  embraces, 

I  on  his  breast  recline  : 
I  love  the  name  of  Jesus, 

Immanuel,  Christ,  the  Lord  ; 


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Like  fragrance  on  the  breezes, 
His  name  abroad  is  poured. 

4  I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

Meek,  loving,  lowly,  mild  ; 
I  long  to  be  like  Jesus, 

The  Father's  holy  child  t 
I  long  to  be  with  Jesus 

Amid  the  heavenly  throng, 
To  sing  with  saints  his  praises, 

And  learn  the  angels'  song,      bonar. 


o 


^5^  7s  &  6s. 

BLESSED  feet  of  Jesus, 
Weary  with  seeking  me  ! 
Stand  at  God's  bar  of  judgment 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  knees  which  bent  in  anguish 

In  dark  Gethsemane  ! 
Kneel  at  the  throne  of  glory 
And  intercede  for  me. 

2  O  hands  that  were  extended 

Upon  the  awful  tree  ! 
Hold  up  those  precious  nail  prints 

Which  intercede  for  me. 
O  head  so  deeply  pierced 

With  thorns  which  sharpest  be  ! 
Bend  low  before  thy  Father, 

And  intercede  for  me. 

3  O  body  scarred  and  wounded. 

My  sacrifice  to  be  ! 
Present  thy  perfect  offering 

And  intercede  for  me. 
O  loving  risen  Saviour, 

From  death  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Though  throned  in  endless  glory, 

Still  intercede  for  me. 

Trams,  from  the  Italian, 


B 


"^^1  7s.    6  1. 

LESSED  are  the  sons  of  God  ; 
They  are  bought  with  Jesus'  blood; 
They  are  ransomed  from  the  grave — 
Life  eternal  they  shall  have  : 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be. 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

2  They  are  justified  by  grace, 
They  enjoy  the  Saviour's  peace; 
All  their  sins  are  washed  away; 
They  shall  stand  in  God's  great  day: 
With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

3  They  produce  the  fruits  of  grace, 
\\\  the  works  of  righteousness  ; 
They  are  harmless,  meek,  and  mild, 
Holy,  blameless,  undefiled  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

4  They  are  lights  upon  the  earth. 
Children  of  a  heavenly  birth  ; 
One  with  God,  with  Jesus  one; 
Glory  is  in  them  begun  : 

With  them  numbered  may  we  be, 
Here,  and  in  eternity. 

Humphreys. 


858 


7s.    6  1. 

I    TV  T  OW,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am  ! 
1\1       Now  I  give  thee  back   thine 

own  : 
Freedom,    friends,    and    health,    and 
fame. 
Consecrate  to  thee  alone  : 
Thine  I  live,  thrice  happy  I ! 
Happier  still  if  thine  I  die. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


267 


2  Take  me,  Lord,  and  all  my  powers  ; 
Take    my   mind,    and    heart,    and 
will ; 
All  my  goods,  and  all  my  hours. 

All  I  know,  and  all  I  feci. 
All  I  think,  or  speak,  or  do — 
Take  my  soul  and  make  it  new  ! 


859 


C.  Weslev. 


7s.   6  lines. 


1  TT  THEN    this    passing   world    is 

VV  done,— 

When  has  sunk  yon  glorious  sun  ; 
When,  from  off  the  mount  of  God, 
We  review  the  path  we've  trod  ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

2  When  I  hear  the  wicked  call 
On  the  rocks  and  hills,  to  fall  ; 
When  I  see  them  start  and  shrink. 
On  the  fiery  deluge  brink ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — how  much  I  owe  ! 

3  When  I  stand  before  the  throne. 
Clothed  in  beauty  not  my  own  ; 
When  I  see  thee  as  thou  art, 
Love  thee  with  unsinning  heart ; 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then— how  much  I  owe  ! 

4  When  the  praise  of  heaven  I  hear. 
Loud  as  thunders  to  the  ear, 
Loud  as   many  waters'  noise. 
Sweet  as  harps'  melodious  voice. 
Then,  Lord,  shall  I  fully  know — 
Not  till  then — hov/  much  I  owe  ! 

McCheyni 


^"O        7s    (3  lii-ies. 

1  /^~~*HOSEN  not  for  good  in  me, 
V.^  Wakened  up  from  wrath  to  flee, 
Hidden  in  the  Saviour's  side, 

By  the  Spirit  sanctified — 

Teach  me.  Lord,  on  earth  to  show, 

By  my  love,  how  much  I  owe. 

2  Oft  I  walk  beneath  the  cloud. 
Dark  as  midnight's  gloomy  shroud; 
But,  when  fear  is  at  the  height, 
Jesus  comes,  and  all  is  light ; 
Blessed  Jesus  !  bid  me  show. 
Doubting  saints  how  much  I  owe. 

3  Oft  the  nights  of  sorrow  reign — 
Weeping,  sickness,  sighing,  pain; 
But  a  night  thine  anger  burns — 
Morning  comes,  and  joy  returns: 
God  of  comforts  !  bid  me  show 
To  thy  poor  how  much  I  owe. 

4  When  in  flowery  paths  I  tread, 
Oft  by  sin  I'm  captive  led  ; 
Oft  I  fall,  but  still  arise— 
Jesus  comes — the  tempter  flies  : 
Blessed  Jesus !  bid  me  show 
Weary  sinners  all  I  owe. 


McCheyne. 


86 


N 


6s  &4s. 
OW  I  have  found  a  Friend, 
Jesus  is  mine  ; 
His  love  shall  never  end, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Though  earthly  joys  decrease. 
Though  human  friendships  cease, 
Now  I  have  lasting  peace  ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 


2G8 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Though  I  grow  poor  and  old, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
He  will  my  faith  uphold, 

Jesus  is  mine  ; 
He  shall  my  wants  supply, 
His  precious  blood  is  nigh, 
Nought  can  my  hope  destroy, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  When  earth  shall  pass  away, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
In  the  great  Judgment  day, 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Oh  !  what  a  glorious  thing, 
Then  to  behold  my  King, 
On  tuneful  harp  to  sing, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell  mortality  ! 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Welcome  eternity ! 

Jesus  is  mine. 
He  my  Redemption  is, 
Wisdom  and  Righteousness, 
Life,  Light,  and  Holiness, 

Jesus  is  mine. 

5  Father  !  thy  name  I  bless, 

Jesus  is  mine ; 
Thine  was  the  sovereign  grace, 

Jesus  is  mine. 
Spirit  of  holiness. 
Sealing  the  Father's  grace 
Thou  mad'st  my  soul  embrace, 

Jesus  as  mine.  rvle. 

"^^  6s&4s. 

I    T^ADE,  fade,  each  earthly  joy; 
X^      Jesus  is  mine  ! 
Break,  every  tender  tie ; 
.    Jesus  is  mine. 


Dark  is  the  wilderness  ; 
Earth  has  no  resting-place  ; 
Jesus  alone  can  bless  ; 
Jesus  is  mine. 

2  Tempt  not  my  soul  away; 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Here  would  I  ever  stay  ; 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Perishing  things  of  clay 
Born  but  for  one  brief  day. 
Pass  from  my  heart  away ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

3  Farewell,  ye  dreams  of  night, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Lost  in  this  dawning  bright, 

Jesus  is  mine : 
All  that  my  soul  has  tried 
Left  but  a  dismal  void 
Jesus  has  satisfied ; 

Jesus  is  mine. 

4  Farewell  mortality; 

Jesus  is  mine : 
Welcome,  eternity; 

Jesus  is  mine  : 
Welcome,  O  loved  and  blest ! 
Welcome,  sweet  scenes  of  rest ; 
Welcome,  my  Saviour's  breast ; 

Jesus  is  mine  ! 


863 


BONAR. 

7s  &6s. 


I    T   LOVE  to  tell  the  story 
X      Of  unseen  things  above, 
Of  Jesus  and  his  glor}'. 

Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

Because  I  know  it's  true  ; 
It  satisfies  my  longings, 

As  nothing  else  would  do. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


269 


2  I  love  to  tell  the  story  : 

More  wonderful  it  seems 
Than  all  the  golden  fancies 

Of  all  our  golden  dreams. 
J  love  to  tell  the  story  : 

It  did  so  much  for  me  I 
And  that  is  just  the  reason 

I  tell  it  now  to  thee. 

3  I  love  to  tell  the  story  : 

'Tis  pleasant  to  repeat 
What  seems,  each  time  I  tell  it, 

More  wonderfully  sweet. 
I  love  to  tell  the  story  : 

For  some  have  never  heard 
The  message  of  salvation 

From  God's  own  holy  word. 

4  I  love  to  tell  the  story  ; 

For  those  who  know  it  best 
Seem  hungering  and  thirsting 

To  hear  it  like  the  rest. 
And  when,  in  scenes  of  glory, 

I  sing  the  New,  New  Song, 
'Twill  be— the  Old,  Old  Story 

That  I  have  loved  so  long ! 

C/ionis. 

I  love  to  tell  the  story, 

'Twill  be  my  theme  in  glory, 

To  tell  the  old,  old  story 
Of  Jesus  and  his  love. 

864-  L.  M. 

I    T  THIRST,  but  not  as  once  I  did 
X      The  vain   delights    of  earth   to 

share ; 
Thy  wounds,  Immanuel,  all  forbid 
That    I    should    seek    my   pleasure 
there. 


2  It  was  the  sight  of  thy  dear  cross, 

First  weaned  my  soul  from  earthly 

things, 
And  taught  me  to  esteem  as  dross 
The    mirth   of  fools    and  pomp  of 

kings. 

3  I   want  that  grace   that   springs  from 

thee. 
That   cjuickens  all   things   where  it 

flows. 
And  makes  a  wretched  thorn  like  me 
Bloom  as  the  myrtle  or  the  rose. 

4  For  sure,  of  all  the  plants  that  share 

The  notice  of  my  Father's  eye, 
None  proves  less  grateful  to  his  care. 
Or  yields  him  meaner  fruit  than  I. 


865 


COWPER. 


L.  M. 
I     i  ESUS,  thy  boundless  love  to  me 


No  thought  can  reach,  no  tongue 
declare  ; 
Unite  my  thankful  heart  to  thee. 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

2  Thy  love,  how  cheering  is  its  ray ! 

All  pain  before  its  presence  flies  ; 
Care,  anguish,  sorrow,  melt  away 
Where'er  its  healing  beams  arise. 

3  Oh,  let  thy  love  my  soul  inflame, 

And  to  thy  service  sweetly  bind  ; 
Transfuse  it  through  my  inmost  frame, 
And  mould  me  wholly  to  thy  mind. 

4  Thy  love,  in  sufferings,  be  my  peace  ; 

Thy  love,    in   weakness,  make   me 

strong. 
And,  when    the    storms   of  life   shall 

cease. 
Thy  love  shall  be  in  heaven  my  song. 

C.  Wesley. 


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"i-  866  L.M. 

1  "nr^lS  not  the  skill  of  human  art, 

X       Which  gives  me  power  my  God 
to  know  ; 
The  sacred  lessons  of  the  heart 
Come  not  from  instruments  below. 

2  Love  is  my  teacher ;  he  can  tell 

The  wonders  that  he  learnt  above : 
No  other  Master  knows  so  well ; 
'Tis  Love  alone  can  tell  of  Love.    ! 

Madame  Guion. 


■o 


867 


3  I  would  love  thee  ;  look  upon  me, 

Ever  guide  me  with  thine  eye  : 

I  would  love  thee  ;  if  not  nourished 

By  thy  love,  my  soul  would  die. 

4  I  would  love  thee  ;  I  have  vowed  it, 

On  thy  love  my  heart  is  set : 
While  I  love  thee,  I  will  never 
My  Redeemer's  blood  forget. 


L.  M. 
LOVE  !  who  gav'st  thy  life  for 
me, 

And  won  an  everlasting  good 
Through  thy  sore  anguish  on  the  tree,  j 
I  ever  think  upon  thy  blood. 

2  I  ever  thank  thy  sacred  wounds, 

Thou  wounded  Love,  thou  Holiest! 
But  most  when  life  is  near  its  bounds. 
And  in  thy  bosom  safe  I  rest. 

3  O  Love !  who  unto  death  has  grieved 

For  this  cold  heart,  unworthy  thine. 
Whom  the  cold  grave  and  death  re- 
ceived, 
I  thank  thee  for  that  grief  divine. 


I 


868  8S&7S. 

WOULD    love    thee,    God    and 
Father, 

My  Redeemer,  and  my  King; 
I  would  love  thee  ;  for,  without  thee, 
Life  is  but  a  bitter  thing. 

2  I  would  love  thee  ;  every  blessing 
Flows  to  me  from  out  thy  throne  : 
I  would  love  thee  ;  he  who  loves  thee 
Never  feels  himself  alone. 


869 


8s&7s.   D, 

1  T   T  AIL,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus  ! 
X   X      Only  thee  I  wish  to  sing  ; 

To  my  soul  thy  name  is  precious. 
Thou     my     Prophet,     Priest,     and 
King ; 

Oh,  vv'hat  mercy  flows  from  heaven  ! 
Oh,  what  joy  and  happiness  ! 

Love  I  much  .''  Eve  much  forgiven, — 
Em  a  miracle  of  grace. 

2  Once  with  Adam's  race  in  ruin, 

Unconcerned  in  sin  I  la}' ; 
Swift  destruction  still  pursuing, 

Till  my  Saviour  passed  that  way  ; 
W' itness,  all  ye  hosts  of  heaven, 

My  Redeemer's  tenderness : 
Love  I  much  ?  Eve  much  forgiven, — 

Pm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

3  Shout,  ye  bright  angelic  choir ! 

Praise  the  Lamb  enthroned  above ! 
While,  astonished,  I  admire 

God's    free    grace    and    boundless 
love: 
That  blest  moment  I  received  him 

Filled  my  soul  with  joy  and  peace  : 
Love  I  much?  Eve  much  forgiven, — 

I'm  a  miracle  of  grace  ! 

Wlvcrove. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


271 


87 


o 


CM. 


1  T   HEARD  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 
X      "  Come  unto  me,  and  rest ; 

Lay  down,  thou  weary  one,  lay  down 
Thy  head  upon  my  breast." 

I  came  to  Jesus  as  I  was, 
Weary,  and  worn,  and  sad  ; 

I  found  in  him  a  resting-place, 
And  he  has  made  me  glad. 

2  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  Behold,  I  freely  give 
The  living  water  ;  thirsty  one. 

Stoop  down,  and  drink,  and  live." 
I  came  to  Jesus,  and  I  drank 

Of  that  life-giving  stream  : 
My  thirst  was  quenched,  my  soul  re- 
vived. 

And  now  I  live  in  him. 

3  I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say, 

"  I  am  this  dark  world's  Light ; 
Look  unto  me,  thy  morn  shall  rise, 

And  all  thy  day  be  bright." 
I  looked  to  Jesus,  and  I  found 

In  him  my  Star,  my  Sun  ; 
And  in  that  Light  of  life  I'll  walk 

Till  all  my  journey's  done. 


IjONAR. 


87 


C.  M. 

I     T  T  OW  happy  every  child  of  grace, 
XJL      Who  knows  his  sins  forgiven  ! 
This  earth,  he  cries,  is  not  my  place, 

I  seek  my  place  in  heaven  : 
A  country  far  from  mortal  sight. 

Yet  oh,  by  faith  I  see 
The  land  of  rest,  the  saints'  delight, 
The  heaven  prepared  for  me. 


2  Oh  what  a  blessed  hope  is  ours ! 

While  here  on  earth  we  stay, 
We    more    than    taste    the   heavenly 
powers. 

And  antedate  that  day  : 
We  feel  the  resurrection  near — 

Our  life  in  Christ  concealed — 
And  with  his  glorious  presence  here 

Our  earthen  vessels  filled. 

3  Oh,  would  he  more  of  heaven  bestow, 

And  let  the  vessels  break, 
And  let  our  ransomed  spirits  go 

To  grasp  the  God  we  seek  ; 
In  rapturous  awe  on  him  to  gaze. 

Who  bought  the  sight  for  me, 
And  shout  and  wonder  at  his  grace 

To  all  eternity.  c.  avesley. 


OH,  gift 
ft 


872 


C.  M. 

of  gifts !     oh,    grace   of 
faith  ! 

My  God  !  how  can  it  be 
That  thou,  who  hast  discerning  love, 
Shouldst  give  that  gift  to  me  .'' 

2  How  many  hearts  thou  mfghtst  have 

had 
More  innocent  than  mine ! 
How  many  souls  more  worthy  for 
Of  that  sweet  touch  of  thine  ! 

3  Ah,  grace  !  into  unlikeliest  hearts 

It  is  thy  boast  to  come, 
The  glory  of  thy  light  to  find 
In  darkest  spots  a  home. 

4  The    crowd    of  cares,   the    weightiest 

cross. 
Seem  trifles  less  than  lic'ht — 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


Earth  looks  so  little  and  so  low 
When  faith  shines  full  and  bright. 

5  Oh,  happy,  happy  that  I  am  ! 
If  thou  canst  be,  O  faith, 
The  treasure  that  thou  art  in  life, 
What  wilt  thou  be  in  death  ! 

LvRA  Cath. 


^11,  CM. 

1  ALL  that  I  was,  my  sin  and  guilt, 
./jL  My  death  was  all  my  own, — 
All  that  I  am,  I  owe  to  thee, 

My  gracious  God,  alone. 

2  The  evil  of  my  former  state 

Was  mine,  and  only  mine  ; 
The  good  in  which  I  now  rejoice. 
Is  thine,  and  only  thine. 

3  The  darkness  of  my  former  state, 

The  bondage,  all  was  mine  ; 
The  light  of  life,  in  which  I  walk. 
The  liberty,  is  thine. 

4  That  grace  first  made  me  feel  my  sin. 

It  taught  me  to  believe  ; 
Then,  in  believing,  peace  I  found, 
And  <Tow  I  live — I  live ! 

5  All  that  I  am,  e'en  here  on  earth  ; 

All  that  I  hope  to  be, 
Wlien  Jesus  comes,  and  glory  dawns, 
I  owe  it.  Lord,  to  thee. 


874  CM. 

DEAREST    Lamb,    take    thou 
my  heart ! 
Where  can  such  sweetness  be. 
As  I  have  tasted  in  thy  love. 
As  I  have  found  in  thee  ? 


0 


2  If  there's  a  fervor  in  my  soul, 

And  fervor  sure  there  is. 
Now  it  shall  be  at  thy  control. 
And  but  to  serve  thee  rise. 

3  If  love,  that  mildest  flame,  can  rest 

In  hearts  so  hard  as  mine. 
Come,  gentle  Saviour,  to  my  breast, 
Its  love  shall  all  be  thine. 

4  Now  the  gay  world   with  treacherous 

art 
Shall  tempt  my  heart  in  vain, 
I  have  conveyed  away  that  heart, 
Ne'er  to  return  again.  Moravian. 

^1 S  CM. 

O  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord  ? 
Behold  my  heart  and  see  ; 
And  turn  the  dearest  idol  out 
That  dares  to  rival  thee. 

2  Do  not  I  love  thee  from  my  soul  ? 

Then  let  me  nothing  love  : 

Dead  be  my  heart  to  every  joy 

When  Jesus  cannot  move. 

3  Is  not  thy  name  melodious  still 

To  mine  attentive  ear? 
Doth    not    each    pulse    with    pleasure 
bound, 
]\Iy  Saviour's  voice  to  hear.'' 

4  Hast  thou  a  lamb  in  all  thy  flock 

I  would  disdain  to  feed  ? 
Hast  thou  a  foe  before  whose  face 
I  fear  thy  cause  to  plead  ? 

5  Thou   know'st    I    love    thee,    dearest 

Lord, 
But  oh,  I  long-  to  soar 
Far  from  the  sphere  of  mortal  joys. 
And  learn  to  love  thee  more. 

Doddridge. 


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273 


876 


'M 


C.  M. 

Y  God,  what  silken  cords  are 
thine, 

How  soft,  and  yet  how  strong; 
While  power  and  truth,  and  love  com- 
bine 
To  draw  our  souls  along. 

2  Thou  saw'st  us  crushed   beneath  the 

yoke 
Of  Satan  and  of  sin  ; 
Thy  hand  the  iron  bondage  broke, 
Our  worthless  hearts  to  win. 

3  The  guilt  of  twice  ten  thousand  sins 

One  offering  takes  away  ; 
And  grace,  when  first  the  war  begins, 
Secures  the  crowning  day. 

4  Comfort  through  all  this  vale  of  tears 

In  rich  profusion  flows. 
And  glory  of  unnumbered  years 
Eternity  bestows. 

5  Drawn  by  such  cords  we  onward  move, 

Till  round  thy  throne  we  meet ; 
And,  captives  in  the  chains  of  love, 
Embrace  our  Conq'ror's  feet. 

Doddridge. 


"^11  CM. 

1  T  T  OW  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop 
X  J.      As  my  eternal  God, 

Who  bears  the  earth's  huge  pillars  up 
And  spreads. the  heavens  abroad.^ 

2  How  can  I  die  while  Jesus  lives. 

Who  rose  and  left  the  dead  ? 
Pardon  and  grace  my  soul  receives 
From  mine  exalted  Head. 
18 


3  All  that  I  am,  and  all  I  have, 

Shall  be  forever  thine  ; 
Whate'er  my  duty  bids  me  give, 
My  cheerful  hands  resign. 

4  Yet  if  I  might  make  some  reserve, 

And  duty  did  not  call, 
I  love  my  God  with  zeal  so  great. 
That  I  would  give  him  all. 

Watts. 


N 


878 


L.  M. 
OT  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth. 
Who  boast  the  honors  of  their 
birth, 
So  high  a  dignity  can  claim, 
As  those  who  bear  the  Christian  name. 

2  To  them  the  privilege  is  given 

To  be  the  sons  and  heirs  of  heaven  ; 
Sons  of  the  God  who  reigns  on  high, 
And  heirs  of  joy  beyond  the  sky. 

3  His  will  he  makes  them  early  know. 
And  teaches  their  young  feet  to  go  ; 
Whispers  instruction  to  their  minds, 
And  on  their  hearts  his  precepts  binds. 

4  Their  daily  wants  his  hands  supply. 
Their  steps  he  guards  with  watchful 

eye: 
Leads    them   from    earth   to    heaven 

above. 
And  crowns  them  with  eternal  love. 

Stennett. 
S79  L.M. 

I    /'^OMPLETE   in    thee!    no  work 
\_^         of  mine 
May   take,    dear  Lord,   the   place  of 

thine ; 
Thy  blood  has  pardon  bought  for  me, 
And  I  am  now  complete  in  thee. 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Complete  in  thee— no  more  shall  sin 
Thy  grace  has  conquered,  reign  within ; 
Thy  voice  will  bid  the  tempter  flee, 
And  I  shall  stand  complete  in  thee. 

3  Complete    in    thee— each    want    sup- 

plied, 
And  no  good  thing  to  me  denied, 
Since  thou  my  portion,  Lord,  wilt  be, 
I  ask  no  more — complete  in  thee. 

4  Dear  Saviour !  when,  before  thy  bar. 

All  tribes  and  tongues  assembled  are. 

Among  thy  chosen  may  I  be 

At  thy  right  hand — complete  in  thee. 

A.  R.  vv. 

88o  L.  M. 

I   T  ORD,    how  secure   and  blest  are 


E' 


they 


Who  feel  the  joys  of  pardoned  sin  ! 
Should  storms  of  wrath  shake  earth 

and  sea, 
Their  minds  have  heaven  and  peace 

within. 

2  The  day  glides  swiftly  o'er  their  heads, 

Made  up  of  innocence  and  love  ; 
And  soft  and  silent  as  the  shades, 
Their  nightly  minutes  gently  move. 

3  Quick   as    their    thoughts    their  joys 

come  on, 
But  fly  not  half  so  swift  away  ; 
Their  souls  are  ever  bright  as  noon, 
And  calm  as  summer  evenings  be. 

4  How  oft  they  look  to  heavenly  hills. 

Where  streams  of  living  pleasures 
flow. 
And  longing  hopes  and  cheerful  smiles 
Sit  undisturbed  upon  their  brow  I 


5  They  scorn  to  seek  earth's  golden  toys, 
But   spend  the  day,  and  share  the 
night. 
In  numbering  o'er  the  richer  joys 
That  heaven  prepares  for  their  de- 

ilgnt.  Watts. 

88  I  L.  M. 

ESUS  !  thy  robe  of  righteousness 
My  beauty  is,  my  glorious  dress ; 
'Mid  flaming  worlds,  in  this  arrayed. 
With  joy  shall  I  lift  up  my  head. 

2  When  from  the  dust  of  death  I  rise, 
To  claim  my  mansion  in  the  skies. 
E'en  then  shall  this  be  aU  my  plea — 
"Jesus  hath  lived  and  died  for  me." 

3  This  spotless  robe  the  same  appears, 
When  ruined  nature  sinks  in  years ; 
No  age  can  change  its  lovely  hue  ; 
Its  glory  is  forever  new, 

4  O  let  the  dead  now  hear  thy  voice  ; 
Now  bid  thy  banished  ones  rejoice; 
Their  beauty  this,  their  glorious  dress, 
Jesus,  the  Lord,  our  righteousness. 

882  L.  M. 

OW  vast  the  treasure  we  pos- 
sess, 

Plow  rich  thy  bounty.  King  of  grace  ! 
This   world   is    ours,    and   worlds    to 

come  ; 
Earth   is   our  lodge,  and  heaven  our 
home. 

2  AH  things  are  ours,  the  gifts  of  God, 
The  purchase  of  a  Saviour's  blood ; 
While  the  good  Spirit  shows  us  how 
To  use  and  to  improve  them  too. 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


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3  If  peace  and  plenty  crown  my  days, 
They    help   me,    Lord,    to  speak  thy 

praise  ; 
If  bread  of  sorrows  be  my  food. 
Those  sorrows  work  my  lasting  good. 

4  I  would  not  change  my  blest  estate 
For  all  the  world  calls  good  or  great ; 
And,  while  my  faith  can  keep  her  hold, 
I  envy  not  the  sinner's  gold. 

883 

1  "NT  O  more,  ye  wise  !  your  wisdom 
1  >|  boast ; 

No  more,  ye  strong !  your  valor  trust ; 
No  more,  ye  rich  !  survey  your  store. 
Elate  with  heaps  of  shining  ore. 

2  Glory,  ye  saints,  in  this  alone, — 
That  God,  your  God,  to  you  is  known  ; 
That   you  have  owned    his  sovereign 

sway. 
That  you  have  felt  his  cheering  ray. 

3  All  else,  which  we  our  treasure  call. 
May  in  one  fatal  moment  fall ; 

But  what  their  happiness  can  move. 
Whom   God,    the   blessed,  deigns    to 

love  .  Doddridge. 

884  L.  M. 

1  1\  yrV  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear 
IVX  Name 

I  bear  the  cross,  despise  the  shame  ; 
Nor  do  I  faint  while  thou  art  near ; 
I  lean  on  thee ;  how  can  I  fear  ? 

2  No  other  name  but  thine  is  given 

To  cheer  my  soul,  in  earth  or  heaven  ; 
No  other  wealth  v.'ill  I  require ; 
No  other  friend  can  I  desire. 


3  Yea,  into  nothing  would  I  fall 
For  thee  alone,  my  All  in  All ; 
To  feel  thy  love,  my  only  joy. 
To  tell  thy  love,  my  sole  employ. 

885  L.M. 

1  'T^HOU,    whom   my  soul    admires 

X  above 

All  earthly  joy  and  earthly  love — 
Tell  me,  dear  Shepherd,  let  me  know, 
Where  do  thy  sweetest  pastures  grow  ? 

2  Where  is  the  shadow  of  that  rock. 
That  from  the  sun  defends  thy  flock  ? 
Fain  would  I  feed  among  thy  sheep, 
Among  them  rest,  among  them  sleep. 

3  Why  should  thy  bride  appear  like  one 
That  turns  aside  to  paths  unknown  ? 
My  constant  feet  would  never  rove, 
Would  never  seek  another  love. 

4  The  footsteps  of  thy  flock  I  see  ; 
The  sweetest  pastures  here  they  be  ; 
A  wondrous  feast  thy  love  prepares, 
Bought  with  thy  wounds,  and  groans, 

and  tears. 

5  His  dearest  flesh  he  makes  my  food, 
And  bids  me  drink  his  richest  blood  ; 
Here   to   these  hills,  my  soul  would 

come. 
Till  my  Beloved  leads  me  home. 


886 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


I    /'~\F  all  the  joys  we  mortals  know, 

V^     Jesus,   thy   love    exceeds   the 

rest ; 
Love  the  best  blessing  here  below, 
The  nearest  imasje  of  the  blest,    • 


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2  While  we  are  held  in  thine  embrace, 

There's  not   a  thought  attempts  to 
rove  ; 
Each  smile  upon  thy  beauteous  face 
Fixes,  and  charms,  and  fires  our  love. 

3  While  of  thy  absence  we  complain. 

And  long,  or  weep  in  all  we  do, 
There's  a  strange  pleasure  in  the  pain, 
And  tears  have  their  own  sweetness 
too. 

4  When  round  thy  courts  by  day  we  rove. 

Or  ask  the  watchman  of  the  night 
For  some  kind  tidings  of  our  love, 
Thy  very  name  creates  delight. 

5  Jesus,  onr  God,  yet  rather  conle, — 

Our  eyes  would  dwell  upon  thy  face: 
'Tis  best  to  see  our  Lord  at  home, 
And  feel  the  presence  of  his  grace, 


I 


887 


Watts. 


L.  M. 
LOVE,  I  love    thee,    Lord  most 
high  ! 

Because  thou  first  hast  lovild  me; 
I  seek  no  other  liberty 

But  that  of  being  bound  to  thee. 

2  May  memory  no  thought  suggest, 

But  shall  to  thy  pure  glory  tend: 
My  understanding  find  no  rest. 
Except  in  thee,  its  only  end. 

3  All  mine  is  thine  ;  say  but  the  word, 

Whate'er  thou  wiliest  shall  be  done  ; 
I  know  thy  love,  all-gracious  Lord  ; 
I  know  it  seeks  my  good  alone. 

4  Apart  from  thee  all  things  are  naught; 

Then  grant,  O  my  supremcst  Bliss, — 
Grant  me  to  love  thee  as  1  ought ; 
Thou  givest  all  in  giving  this. 

Xavier. 


I  'thh: 
1 


888 

:E  Shadow  of  the  Rock! 
Stay,  pilgrim,  stay ! 
Night     treads     upon     the     heels     of 

day  ; 
There  is   no   other  resting-place  this 
way. 

The  Rock  is  near, 
The  well  is  clear. 
Rest  in  the  Shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 

2  The  Shadow  of  the  Rock  1 

All  come  alone  ; 
All,  ever  since  the  sun  hath  shone. 
Who  traveled  by  this  road,  have  come 
alone. 

Be  of  good  cheer — 

A  home  is  here — 
Rest  in  the  Shadow  of  the  Rock! 

3  The  Shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 

To  weary  feet. 
That  have  been  diligent  and  fleet, 
The  sleep  is  deeper,  and  the  shade 
more  sweet. 

O  weary,  rest ! 

Thou  art  sore  pressed — 
Rest  in  the  Shadow  of  the  Rock  ! 

4  The  Shadow  of  the  Rock ! 

One  day  of  pain, 
Thou  scarce  wilt    hope  the  Rock  to 

gain. 
Yet  there  wilt  sleep  thy  last  sleep  of 
the  plain. 

And  only  wake 
In  heaven's  daybreak — 
Rest  in  the  Shadow  of  the  Rock  I 

Faber. 


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889 


8s  &  6s. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  cross  !  the  cross !  the  blood- 
^       X  stained  cross  ! 

'^       The  hallowed  cross  I  see  ! 
Remindhig  me  of  precious  blood 
That  once  was  shed  for  me. 

2  The    cross !    the    cross  1    that    heavy 

cross, 
My  Saviour  bore  for  me  ; 
It  bowed  him  to  the  earth  with  grief 
On  sad  Mount  Calvary. 

3  The  wounds  !  the  wounds  !  those  pain- 

ful wounds ; 
Oh  !  they  were  made  for  me  ! 
His  hands  and  feet,  his  holy  head, 
All  pierced  and  torn  I  see. 

4  The  death  !  the  death  !  the  awful  death 

That  Jesus  died  for  me  ! 
I  heard  his  groans,  his  prayer,  "  For- 
<^ive  " 
His  bleeding  side  I  see. 

5  The  love!  the  love  !  the  matchless  love, 

That  bled  upon  the  tree  ! 
It  melts  my  heart,  it  wins  my  love, 
It  brings  me.  Lord,  to  thee. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  the  blood  !  the  precious  blood  ! 

That  Jesus  shed  for  me  ; 
Upon  the  cross,  in  crimson  flood. 

Just  now  by  faith  I  see.. 


890  6S&4S. 

ESUS,  thy  name  I  love, 
All  other  names  above, 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 


Oh,  thou  art  all  to  me  ! 
Nothing  to  please  I  see, 
Nothing  apart  from  thee, 
Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

2  Thou,  blessed  Son  of  God, 
Hast  bought  me  with  thy  blood, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Oh!  how  great  is  thy  love, 
All  other  loves  above. 
Love  that  I  daily  prove, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  I 

3  When  unto  thee  I  flee, 
Thou  wilt  my  refuge  be, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
What  need  I  now  to  fear  ? 
What  earthly  grief  or  care. 
Since  thou  art  ever  near.'' 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 

4  Soon  thou  wilt  come  again! 
I  shall  be  happy  then, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 
Then  thine  own  face  I'll  see. 
Then  I  shall  like  thee  be. 
Then  evermore  with  thee, 

Jesus,  my  Lord  ! 


.^M. 


891 


C.  M. 
AZING  grace !  how  sweet  the 
sound 

That  saved  a  wretch  like  me  ! 
I  once  was  lost,  but  now  am  found — 
Was  blind,  but  now  I  see. 

2  'Twas  grace  that  taught  my  heart  to 
fear. 
And  grace  my  fears  relieved  ; 
How  precious  did  that  grace  appear, 
The  hour  I  first  believed  ! 


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3  Through    many    dangers,    toils     and 

snares, 
I  have  already  come  ; 
'Tis  grace  hath  brought  me  safe  thus 

far, 
And  grace  will  lead  me  home. 

4  Yes — when  this  flesh  and  heart  shall 

fail. 
And  mortal  life  shall  cease, 
I  shall  possess,  within  the  vail, 
A  life  of  joy  and  peace. 

Chorus. 
Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus ; 
Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus  ; 
Oh,  how  I  love  Jesus  ; 
Because  he  first  loved  me. 


Newton. 


■w 


89: 


C.  M. 

HEN    God   revealed   his   gra- 
cious name, 
And  changed  my  mournful  state, 
My  rapture  seemed  a  pleasing  dream. 
The  grace  appeared  so  great. 

2  The  world  beheld  the  glorious  change. 

And  did  thy  hand  confess  ; 
My   tongue   broke   out    in    unknown 
strains. 
And  sung  surprising  grace. 

3  "Great  is    the  work,"  my  neighbors 

cried. 
And  owned  thy  power  divine  ; 
"  Great  is  the  work,"  my  heart  replied, 
"  And  be  the  glory  thine." 

4  The  Lord  can  clear  the  darkest  skies, 

Can  give  us  day  for  night ; 
Make  drops  of  sacred  sorrow  rise 
To  rivers  of  delight. 


5  Let  those  that  sow  in  sadness  wait 
Till  the  fair  harvest  come  ; 
They  shall  confess  their  sheaves  are 
great. 
And  shout  the  blessings  home. 


893 


L.  M. 


ESUS,  engrave  it  on  my  heart. 
That  thou  the  one  thing  needful 
art  ; 

I  could  from  all  things  parted  be, 
But  never,  never,  Lord,  from  thee. 

2  Needful  is  thy  most  precious  blood, 
To  reconcile  my  soul  to  God  ; 
Needful  is  thy  indulgent  care  ; 
Needful  thy  all-prevailing  prayer. 

3  Needful  thy  presence,  dearest  Lord, 
True  peace  and  comfort  to  alTord ; 
Needful  thy  j^romise,  to  impart 
Fresh  life  and  vigor  to  my  heart. 

4  Needful  art  thou,  my  guide,  my  stay. 
Through  all  life's  dark  and  weary  way; 
Nor  less  in  death  thou  'It  needful  be. 
To  bring  my  spirit  home  to  thee. 

5  Then  needful  still,  my  God,  my  King, 
Thy  name  eternally  I'll  sing! 

Glory  and  praise  be  ever  his, — 
The  one  thing  needful  Jesus  is  ! 

Medley. 


894 


L.  M. 


THOU  only  Sovereign  of  my  heart, 
My  Refuge,  my  Almighty  Friend, 
And  can  my  soul  from  thee  depart, 
On  whom  alone  my  hoj^cs  depend  .^ 


LOVE    AND     GRATITUDE. 


279 


2  Whither,  ah  !  whither  shall  I  go, 

A  wretched  wanderer  from  my  Lord  ? 
Can  this  dark  world  of  sin  and  woe 
One  glimpse  of  happiness  aftbrd  ? 

3  Eternal  life  thy  words  impart: 

On  these  my  fainting  spirit  lives ; 

Here  sweeter  comforts  cheer  my  heart 

Than  all  the  round  of  nature  gives. 

4  Thy  name  my  inmost  powers  adore  ; 

Thou  art  my  Life,  my  Joy,  my  Care  ; 
Depart  from  thee  !  'tis  death,  'tis  more  ; 
'Tis  endless  ruin,  deep  despair ! 

5  Low  at  thy  feet  my  soul  would  lie  ; 

Here   safety  dwells,  and  peace  di- 
vine ; 
Still  let  me  live  beneath  thine  eye, 
For  life,  eternal  life,  is  thine 


895 


Steele. 


L.  M. 


1  ]\  /r  Y  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 
J.VX    A  stranger  to  myself  and  thee  ; 

Amid  a  thousand  thoughts  I  rove. 
Forgetful  of  my  highest  love. 

2  Why  should  my  passions  mix  with  earth, 
And  thus  debase  ray  heavenly  birth  ? 
Why  should  I  cleave  to  things  below. 
And  let  my  God,  my  Saviour,  go  ? 

3  Call  me  away  from  flesh  and  sense ; 
One    sovereign   word    can    draw    me 

thence ; 
I  would  obey  the  voice  divine, 
And  all  inferior  joys  resign. 

4  Be  earth,    with    all  her  scenes,  with- 

drawn ; 
Let  noise  and  vanity  be  gone  : 
In  secret  silence  of  the  mind 
My  heaven,  and  there  my  God,  I  find. 

Watts. 


896 


L.  M. 

1  'IT  /"HITHER,  oh,  whither  should 

But  to  my  loving  Saviour's  breast.^ 
Secure  within  thine  arms  to  lie, 

And  safe  beneath  thy  wings  to  rest ! 

2  I  have  no  skill  the  snare  to  shun, 

But  thou,  O  Christ,  my  Wisdom  art; 
I  ever  into  ruin  run, 

But  thou  art  greater  than  my  heart. 

3  I  have  no  might  t'  oppose  the  foe. 

But  everlasting  strength  is  thine  ; 
Show  me  the  way  that  I  should  go, 
Show  me  the  path  I  should  decline. 

4  Foolish,  and  impotent,  and  blind. 

Lead  me  a  way  I  have  not  known  ; 
Bring  me  where  I  my  heaven  may  find, 
The  heaven  of  loving  thee  alone. 

■Wesley. 


897 


L.  M. 

1  AND    dost   thou   say,    "Ask  what 
/\         thou  wilt?" 

Lord,    I   would    seize    the    golden 

hour : 
I  pray  to  be  released  from  guilt, 

And   freed   from    sin    and    Satan's 

power. 

2  More  of  thy  presence.  Lord,  impart ; 

More  of  thine  image  let  me  bear  : 
Erect  thy  throne  within  my  heart, 
And  reign  without  a  rival  there. 

3  Give  me  to  read  my  pardon  sealed. 

And    from    thy    joy    to    draw   my 

strength  ; 
Oh,  be  thy  boundless  love  revealed 
And  all  its  height  and  breadth  and 

length. 


2S0 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE, 


Grant  these  requests — I  ask  no  more, 
But  to  thy  care  the  rest  resign  : 

Sick,  or  in  health,  or  rich,  or  poor, 
All  shall  be  well,  if  thou  art  mine. 


898 


r\^  n 
\J      1 


L.  M. 

ot    my  own   these   verdant 
hills, 

And  fruits,  and  flowers,  and  stream, 
and  wood ; 
But  his  who  all  with  glory  fills, 

Who  bought   me  with  his  precious 
blood. 

2  Oh,  not  my  own  this  wondrous  frame. 

Its  curious  work,  its  living  soul ; 
But  his  who  for  my  ransom  came  ; 
Slain  for   my   sake,  he  claims   the 
whole. 

3  Oh,  not  my  own  the  grace  that  keeps 

My    feet    from    fierce    temptations 
free  ; 
Oh,  not  my  own  the  thought  that  leaps, 
Adoring,  blessed  Lord,  to  thee. 

4  Oh,  not  my  own  ;  I'll  soar  and  sing, 

When  life,  with  all  its  toils,  is  o'er. 
And  thou    thy  trembling    lamb    shalt 
bring 
Safe  home,  to  wander  nevermore. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


899 


Deny  thee.  Lord  !  then  who  will  bear 
My  grief,  my  burden,  and  my  care  "i 
Thou,  thou  alone  canst  calm  my  breast, 
And  bid  its  weary  throbbings  rest. 


'^] 


D 


L.  M. 

EN Y  thee  ?  what !  deny  the  way 

That  leads  to  heaven's  eternal 

day  ? 

Deny  the  Shepherd  who  will  keep 

Within  the  fold  his  wandering  sheep  ? 


900  L.M. 
4S  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 

We  walk  through  deserts  dark 
as  night ; 
Till  we  arrive  at  heaven,  our  home, 
Faith   is  our  guide,  and   faith  our 
light. 

The  want  of  sight  she  well  supplies  ; 

She  makes  the  pearly  gates  apjoear; 
Far  into  distant  worlds  she  pries. 

And  brings  eternal  glories  near. 

Cheerful  we  tread  the  desert  through. 
While  faith  inspires  a  heavenly  ray, 

Though  lions  roar,  and  tempests  blow, 
And  rocks  and  dangers  fill  the  way. 

Watts. 

901  .  L.M. 

GO,  labor  thou,  while  it  is  day; 
The  world's  dark  night  is  has- 
tening on : 
Speed,    speed    thy  work, — cast   sloth 
away ! 
It  is  not  thus  that  souls  are  won. 

Men  die  in  darkness  at  your  side. 
Without  a  hope  to  cheer  the  tomb  : 

Take  up  the  torch  and  wave  it  wide — 
The  torch  that  lights  time's  thickest 
gloom. 

Toil  on — faint  not ;  keep  watch   and 
pray  ! 
Be  wise  the  erring  soul  to  win ; 


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Go  forth  into  the  world's  highway ; 
Compel  the  wanderer  to  come  in. 
4  Go,  labor  on;  your  hands  are  weak; 
Your  knees  are  faint,  your  soul  cast 
down  ; 
But  falter  not,  the  prize  you  seek 
Is  near, — a  kingdom  and  a  crown  ! 

BONAK. 

902  L.    M. 

1  T  T  AD   I    the    tongues   of  Greeks 
X  \_  and  Jews, 

And  nobler  speech  than  angels  use, 

If  love  be  absent,  I  am  found 

Like  tinkling  brass,  an  empty  sound. 

2  Should  I  distribute  all  my  store 

To  feed  the  hungry,  clothe  the  poor ; 
Or  give  my  body  to  the  flame. 
To  gain  a  martyr's  glorious  name : 

3  If  love  to  God  and  love  to  men 
Be  absent,  all  my  hopes  are  vain  ; 
Nor  tongues,  nor  gifts,  nor  fiery  zeal, 
The  work  of  love  can  e'er  fulfill. 

Watts. 

903  L.  M. 

1  ^  O  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 
>s3   The  holy  gospel  we  profess; 
So  let  our  works  and  virtues  shine, 
To  prove  the  doctrine  all  divine. 

2  Thus  shall  we  best  proclaim  abroad 
The  honors  of  our  Saviour  God, 
When  his  salvation  reigns  within, 
And  grace  subdues  the  power  of  sin. 

3  Our  flesh  and  sense  must  be  denied, 
Ambition,  envy,  lust,  and  pride  ; 
While  justice,  temperance,  truth,  and 

love, 
Our  inward  piAy  approve. 


4  Religion  bears  our  spirits  up. 

While  we  expect  that  blessed  hope, 
The  bright  appearance  of  the  Lord, 
And  faith  stands  leaning  on  his  word. 

Watts. 

904  L.  M. 

Y   gracious    Lord,   I    own    thy 
right 

To  every  service  I  can  pay  ; 
And  call  it  my  supreme  delight 
To  hear  thy  dictates  and  obey. 

2  What  is  my  being  but  for  thee, 

Its  sure  support,  its  noblest  end, — 
Thine  ever-smiling  face  to  see, 

And    serve    the    cause    of    such    a 
Friend  ! 

3  I  would  not  breathe  for  worldly  joy, 

Or  to  increase  my  worldly  good  ; 
Nor  future  days  nor  powers  employ 
To  spread  a  sounding  name  abroad. 

4  'Tis  to  my  Saviour  I  would  live, 

To  him  who  for  my  ransom  died ; 
Nor  could  the  bowers  of  Eden  give 
Such  bliss  as  blossoms  at  his  side. 

5  His  work  my  hoary  age  shall  bless, 

When  youthful  vigor  is  no  more  ; 
And  my  last  hour  of  life  confess 
His  dying  love,  his  saving  power. 

Doddridge. 

905  L.M. 

I   T"^7HEN    Tesus    dwelt   in  mortal 
W  clay, 

What  were  his  works  from  day  to  day. 
But  miracles  of  power  and  grace, 
That   spread    salvation   through    our 
race  ? 


'2S2 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Teach  us,  O  Lord,  to  keep  in  view 
Thy  pattern,  and  thy  steps  pursue ; 
Let  ahns  bestowed,  let  kindness  done. 
Be  witnessed  by  each  rolling  sun. 

3  That  man  may  last,  but  never  lives, 
Who  much  receives,. but  nothing  gives  ; 
Whom  none  can  love,  whom  none  can 

thank, 
Creation's  blot,  creation's  blank ! 

4  But  he  who  marks,  from  day  to  day. 
In  generous  acts  his  radiant  way, 
Treads  the  same  path  his  Saviour  trod, 
The  path  to  glory  and  to  God. 

Gideons. 


906 


L.  M. 

1  t~^  O,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent ; 
VJT  Thy  joy  to  do  the  Father's  will ; 
It  is  the  way  the  Master  went, 

Should  not  the  servant  tread  it  still? 

2  Go,  labor  on  ;   'tis  not  for  nought ; 

Thine  earthly  loss  is  heavenly  gain, 
Men  heed  thee,  love  thee,  praise  thee 

not ; 
The  Master  praises, — what  are  men  ! 

3  Go,  labor  on  ;  enough  while  here 

If  he  shall  praise  thee  ;  if  he  deign 
Thy  willing  heart  to  mark  and  cheer  ; 
No  toil  for  him  shall  be  in  vain. 

4  Toil  on,  and  in  thy  toil  rejoice ; 

For  toil  comes  rest,  for  exile  home ; 
Soon  shalt  thou  hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice, 
The   midnight    peal :    "  Behold,    I 
come  !" 

BONAR. 


907 


CM. 


APPY  the  heart  where  graces 


1  1.  reign 

Where  love  inspires  the  breast ; 
Love  is  the  brightest  of  the  train, 
And  strengthens  all  the  rest. 

2  Knowledge,  alas !  'tis  all  in  vain. 

And  all  in  vain  our  fear ; 
Our    stubborn    sins    will    fight     and 
reign. 
If  love  be  absent  there. 

3  This    is    the    grace    that    lives    and 

sings, 
When  faith  and  hope  shall  cease ; 
'Tis  this  shall  strike  our  joyful  strings. 
In  the  sweet  realms  of  bliss. 

Watts. 

908  c.  M. 

ORD,  as  to  thy  dear  Cross  we  flee. 
And  plead  to  be  forgiven, 
So  let  thy  life  our  pattern  be, 
And  form  our  souls  for  heaven. 

2  Help  us,  through  good  report  and  ill. 

Our  daily  cross  to  bear ; 
Like  thee,  to  do  our  Father's  will, 
Our  brethren's  griefs  to  share. 

3  Let  grace  our  selfishness  expel. 

Our  earthliness  refine ; 
And  kindness  in  our  bosoms  dwell. 
As  free  and  true  as  thine. 

4  Should   friends   misjudge,  or  foes  de- 

fir  me. 
Or  brethren  fiiithless  prove, 
Then,  like  thine  own,  be  all  our  aim 
To  conquer  them  by  love. 


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Kept  peaceful  in  the  midst  of  strife, 

Forgiving  and  forgiven, 
Oh,  may  we  lead  the  pilgrim's  life. 

And  follow  thee  to  heaven  ! 


■s^ 


909  C.  M. 

*CORN  not  the   slightest  word  or 

deed, 

Nor  deem  it  void  of  power ; 
There's  fruit  in  each  wind-wafted  seed, 
That  waits  its  natal  hour. 

2  A  whispered  word  may  touch  the  heart. 

And  call  it  back  to  life ; 
A  look  of  love  bid  sin  depart. 
And  still  unholy  strife. 

3  No  act  falls  fruitless  ;  none  can  tell 

How  vast  its  power  may  be, 
Nor  what  results  infolded  dwell 
Within  it  silently. 

4  Work  on,  despair  not,  bring  thy  mite, 

Nor  care  how  small  it  be  ; 
God  is  with  all  that  serve  the  right, 
The  holy,  true,  and  free. 

910  CM. 

ICH   are  the  joys  which  cannot 
die, 
With  God  laid  up  in  store; 
Treasures  beyond  the  changing  sky. 
Brighter  than  golden  ore. 

The  seeds  which  piety  and  love 

Have  scattered  here  below. 
In  the  fair  fertile  fields  above 

To  ample  harvests  grow. 
The  mite  my  willing  hands  can  give 

At  Jesus'  feet  I  lay ; 
Grace  shall  the  humble  gift  receive, 

Abounding  grace  repay. 


R' 


911  CM. 

OH,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God, 
A  heart  from  sin  set  free  ; 
A  heart  that  always  feels  thy  blood. 
So  freely  shed  for  me ! 

A  heart  resigned,  submissive,  meek. 
My  dear  Redeemer's  throne  ; 

Where  only  Christ  is  heard  to  speak. 
Where  Jesus  reigns  alone  ! 

An  humble,  lowly,  contrite  heart. 
Believing,  true,  and  clean  ! 

Which  neither  life  nor  death  can  part 
From  him  that  dwells  within. 

A  heart  in  every  thought  renewed 
And  filled  with  love  divine ; 

Perfect,  and  right,  and  pure,  and  good ; 
A  copy.  Lord,  of  thine. 

Thy  nature,  gracious  Lord,  impart ; 

Come  quickly  from  above  ; 
Write  thy  new  name  upon  my  heart, — 

Thy  new,  best  name  of  love. 

C.  Wesley. 

9^2  CM. 

'AITH    adds     new     charms     to 
earthly  bliss. 
And  saves  us  from  its  snares ; 
It  yields  support  in  all  our  toils, 
And  softens  all  our  cares. 

2  The  wounded   conscience   knows    its 

power 
The  healing  balm  to  give  ; 
That  balm  the  saddest  heart  can  cheer, 
And  make  the  dying  live. 

3  Unveiling  wide  the  heavenly  worldj 

Where  endless  pleasures  reign, 


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It  bids  us  seek  our  portion  tliere, 
Nor  bids  us  seek  in  vain. 

4  Faitli  shows  tlie  promise  fully  sealed 

Witli  our  Redeemer's  blood  ; 
It  helps  our  feeble  hope  to  rest 
Upon  a  faithful  God. 

5  There,  still  unshaken,  would  we  rest, 

Till  this  frail  body  dies. 
And  then,  on  faith's  triumphant  wing. 
To  endless  glory  rise.  Watts. 

9^3  CM. 

1  T3  LEST  is  the  man  whose  soften- 
X3         ing  heart 

Feels  all  another's  pain  ; 
To  whom  the  supplicating  eye 
Was  never  raised  in  vain : — 

2  Whose  breast  expands  with  generous 

warmth, 
A  stranger's  woes  to  feel ; 
And  bleeds  in  pity  o'er  the  wound 
He  wants  the  power  to  heal. 

3  He  spreads  his  kind,  supporting  arms, 

To  every  child  of  grief; 
His  secret  bounty  largely  flows, 
And  brings  unasked  relief. 

4  To  gentle  offices  of  love 

His  feet  are  never  slow  : 
He   views,    through   mercy's   melting 
eye, 
A  brother  in  a  foe.  Barbauld. 

914  CM. 

I    T  WORSHIP   thee,    sweet  Will   of 
1  God ! 

And  all  thy  ways  adore  ; 
And  every  day  I  live,  I  seem 
To  love  thee  more  and  more. 


2  I  love  to  kiss  each  print  where  thou 

Hast  set  thine  unseen  feet ; 
I  cannot  fear  thee,  blessed  will, 
Thine  empire  is  so  sweet. 

3  I  have  no  cares,  O  blessed  will, 

For  all  my  cares  are  thine  ; 
I  live  in  triumph.  Lord,  for  thou 
Hast  made  thy  triumphs  mine. 

4  He  always  wins  who  sides  with  God, 

To  him  no  chance  is  lost  ; 
God's  will  is  sweetest  to  him  when 
It  triumphs  at  his  cost. 

5  111,  that  God  blesses,  is  our  good, 

And  unblest  good  is  ill ; 
And    all    is    right    that    seems    most 
wrong, 
If  it  be  his  dear  will ! 

6  When  obstacles  and  trials  seem 

Like  prison-walls  to  be, 
I  do  the  little  I  can  do. 
And  leave  the  rest  to  thee. 

Faber. 

9^5  CM. 

1  /^^H,  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God, 
\^      To  rise  and  take  his  part 
Upon  this  battle-field  of  earth. 

And  not  sometimes  lose  heart ! 

2  He  hides  himself  so  wondrously, 

As  though  there  was  no  God ; 
He  is  least  seen  when  all  the  powers 
Of  ill  are  most  abroad  ; 

3  Or  he  deserts  us  in  the  hour 

The  fight  is  all  but  lost ; 
And  seems  to  leave  us  to  ourselves 
Just  when  we  need  him  most. 


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4  It  is  not  so,  but  so  it  looks ; 

And  we  lose  courage  then ; 
And    doubts    will    come  if  God  hath 
kept 
His  promises  to  men. 

5  But  right  is  right,  since  God  is  God ; 

And  right  the  day  must  win ; 
To  doubt  would  be  disloyalty, 


To  falter  would  be  sin  ! 


916 


Fader. 


C.  M. 


1  /'"^  OD'S  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing, 
V^jr     Most  strange  in  all  its  ways, 
And,  of  all  things  on  earth,  least  like 

What  men  agree  to  praise. 

2  Oh,  blessed  is  he  to  whom  is  given 

The  instinct  that  can  tell 
That  God  is  on  the  field,  when  he 
Is  most  invisible  ! 

3  Workman  of  God  !  oh  lose  not  heart, 

But  learn  what  God  is  like ; 
And  in  the  darkest  battle-field 
Thou  shalt  know  where  to  strike. 

4  Oh,  learn  to  scorn  the  praise  of  men  ! 

Oh,  learn  to  lose  with  God ! 
For  Jesus    won    the    world   through 
shame. 
And  beckons  thee  his  road. 

Faber. 

917  CM. 

I    /^H,    for   a   faith    that    will    not 
V_y  shrink. 

Though  pressed  by  every  foe, 
\^  -.c  will  not  tremble  on  the  brink 
Of  any  earthly  woe  ! 


2  That  will  not  murmur  nor  complain 

Beneath  the  chastening  rod, 
But,  in  the  hour  of  grief  or  pain. 
Will  lean  upon  its  God  ; — 

3  A  fliith  that  shines  more  bright  and 

clear 
When  tempests  rage  without ; 
That  when  in  danger  knows  no  fear, 
In  darkness  knows  no  doubt; — 

4  That    bears,    unmoved,    the    world's 

dread  frown. 
Nor  heeds  its  scornful  smile : 
That  seas  of  trouble  cannot  drown, 
Nor  Satan's  arts  beguile  ; — 

5  A  fiiith  that  keeps  the  narrow  way 

Till  life's  last  hour  is  fled. 
And  with  a  pure  and  heavenly  ray 
Lights  up  a  dying  bed. 

6  Lord,  give  us  such  a  faith  as  this, 

And  then,  whate'er  may  come, 
We'll    taste,    e'en   here,  the  hallowed 
bliss 
Of  an  eternal  home. 

Bath  Coll. 

9^^'  CM. 

/"E  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O 
God ! 

Deep  as  the  soundless  sea, 
Which  falls  like  sunshine  on  the  road 
Of  those  who  trust  in  thee. 

2  We  ask  not,  Father,  for  repose 

Which  comes  from  outward  rest, 
If  we  may  have  through  all  life's  woes 
Thy  peace  within  our  breast ; — 

3  That  peace  which  suffers  and  is  strong, 

Trusts  where  it  cannot  see, 


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Deems  not  the  trial  way  too  long, 
But  leaves  the  end  with  thee  ; — 
4  That  peace   which  flows   serene    and 
deep — 
A  river  in  the  soul, 
Whose  banks  a  living  verdure  keep, — 
God's  sunshine  o'er  the  whole  ! 


c 


919  CM. 

'  ALM  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  j 
calm ; 

Let  thine  outstretched  wing 
Be  like  the  shades  of  Elim's  palm, 
Beside  her  desert  spring. 

2  Yes,  keep  me  calm,  though  loud  and 

rude 
The  sounds  my  ear  that  greet, — 
Calm  in  the  closet's  solitude, 
Calm  in  the  bustling  street ; — 

3  Calm  in  the  hour  of  buoyant  health,    . 

Calm  in  the  hour  of  pain, 
Calm  in  my  poverty  or  wealth, 
Calm  in  my  loss  or  gain  ; — 

4  Calm  in  the  suffering  of  wrong. 

Like  him  who  bore  my  shame, 
Calm  'mid  the    threatening,  taunting 
throng, 
Who  hate  thy  holy  name. 

5  Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  me  calm. 

Soft  resting  on  thy  breast ; 
Soothe  me  with  holy  hymn  and  psalm, 
And  bid  my  spirit  rest.  Bonar. 


920  c.M. 

gently — it  is  better  far 
lie  by  love  than  fear  ; 
Speak  gently — let  no  harsh  word  mar 
The  good  we  may  do  here. 


I   QPEAKg 
w3      To  rul 


Speak  gently  to  the  little  child  1 

Its  love  be  sure  to  gain  ; 
Teach  it  in  accents  soft  and  mild — 

It  may  not  long  remain. 

Speak  gently  to  the  young — for  they 

Will  have  enough  to  bear; 
Pass  through  this  life  as  best  they  may, 

'Tis  full  of  anxious  care. 

Speak  gently  to  the  aged  one, 
Grieve  not  the  careworn  heart ; 

The  sands  of  life  are  nearly  run, 
Let  them  in  peace  depart. 

Speak  gently,  kindly,  to  the  poor ; 

Let  no  harsh  tone  be  heard  : 
They  have  enough  they  must  endure, 

Without  an  unkind  word  ! 

Speak  gently  to  the  erring  ones — 
They  must  have  toiled  in  vain  \ 

Perchance  unkindness  made  them  so  ; 
Oh,  win  them  back  again  ! 

Speak  gently — 'tis  a  little  thing. 
Dropped  in  the  heart's  deep  well ; 

The  good,  the  joy,  that  it  may  bring, 
Eternity  shall  tell. 

Bates. 

9^-^  C.  M. 

WHO  is  thy  neighbor?  he  whom 
thou 
Hast  power  to  aid  or  bless; 
Whose  aching  heart  or  burning  brow 
Thy  soothing  hand  may  press. 

Thy  neighbor  ?  'tis  the  fainting  poor, 
Whose  eye  with  want  is  dim  ; 

Oh  enter  thou  his  humble  door, 
With  aid  and  peace  for  him. 


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3  Thy  neighbor?  he  who  drinks  the  cup 

When  sorrow  drowns  the  brim  ; 
With  words  of  high  sustaining  hope, 
Go  thou  and  comfort  him. 

4  Thy  neighbor  ?    pass  no  mourner  by  ; 

Perhaps  thou  canst  redeem 

A  breaking  heart  from  misery  ; 

Go,  share  thy  lot  with  him. 

Peabodv. 


'M 


9^^  C.  M. 

AKE  channels  for  the  streams 
of  love, 

Wliere  they  may  broadly  run  ; 
And  love  has  overflowing  streams, 
To  fill  them  every  one. 

2  But  if  at  any  time  we  cease 

Such  channels  to  provide. 
The  very  founts  of  love  for  us 
Will  soon  be  parched  and  dried. 

3  For  we  must  share,  if  we  \vould  keep 

That  blessing  from  above  ; 
Ceasing  to  give,  we  cease  to  have  ; — 
Such  is  the  law  of  love. 

Trench. 

923  S.M. 

1  ^  OW  in  the  morn  thy  seed, 
vI3     At  eve  hold  not  thine  hand  ; 
To  doubt  and  fear  give  thou  no  heed, 

Broadcast  it  o'er  the  land. 

2  Beside  all  waters  sow. 

The  highway  furrows  stock, 
Drop  it  where  thorns  and  thistles  grow. 
Scatter  it  on  the  rock. 

3  Thou  knowest  not  which  may  thrive. 

The  late  or  early  sown ; 
Grace  keeps  the  precious  germ  alive, 
\\'hen  and  wherever  strown. 


4  And  duly  shall  appear, 

In  verdure,  beauty,  strength, 
The  tender  blade,  the  stalk,  the  ear, 
And  the  full  corn  at  length. 

5  Thou  canst  not  toil  in  vain  ; 

Cold,  heat,  and  moist  and  dry, 
Shall  foster  and  mature  the  grain 
For  garners  in  the  sky. 

6  Thence  when  the  glorious  end, 

The  day  of  God  shall  come. 
The  angel-reapers  shall  descend, 
And  heaven  cry,  "  Harvest  home !" 

Montgomery. 


924. 


S.  M. 


1  T  ABORERS  of  Christ,  arise, 

I    y     And  gird  you  for  the  toil ; 
The  dew  of  promise  from  the  skies 
Already  cheers  the  soil. 

2  Go  where  the  sick  recline. 

Where  mourning  hearts  deplore  ; 
And  where  the  sons  of  sorrow  pine, 
Dispense  your  hallowed  lore. 

3  Urge,  with  a  tender  zeal. 

The  erring  child  along 
Where  peaceful  congregations  kneel, 
And  pious  teachers  throng. 

4  Be  faith,  which  looks  above. 

With  prayer,  your  constant  guest. 
And  wrap  the  Saviour's  changeless  love 
A  mantle  round  your  breast. 

5  So  shall  you  share  the  wealth 

That  earth  may  ne'er  despoil. 
And  the  blest  gospel's  saving  health 
Repay  your  arduous  toil. 

Mrs.  SicouRNEY. 


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'Y. 


925  S.M. 
OVE  is  the  fountain  whence 

All  true  obedience  flows  ; 
The  Christian  serves  the  God  he  loves, 
And  loves  the  God  he  knows. 

2  He  treads  the  heavenly  road, 

And  neither  faints  nor  tires  ; 
That  generous  love  which  warms  his 
breast, 
With  fortitude  inspires. 

3  No  burden  seems  so  great, 

No  task  so  hard  appears, 

But  this  he  cheerfully  performs. 

And  that  he  meekly  bears. 

4  May  love, — that  shining  grace, 

O'er  all  my  powers  preside  ; 
Direct  my  thoughts,  suggest  my  words. 
And  every  action  guide  ! 

Beddojie. 

926  S.M. 

1  A    CHARGE  to  keep  I  have, 
l\     A  God  to  glorify, 

A  never-dying  soul  to  save, 
And  fit  it  for  the  sky. 

2  To  serve  the  present  age, 

My  calling  to  fulfill ; 
Oh,  may  it  all  my  powers  engage 
To  do  my  Master's  will. 

3  Arm  me  with  jealous  care. 

As  in  thy  sight  to  live ; 
And  oh,  thy  servant.  Lord,  prepare 
A  strict  account  to  give. 

4  Help  me  to  watcli  and  pray. 

And  on  thyself  rely. 
Assured,  if  I  my  trust  betray, 

I  shall  forever  die.  c.  Weslev. 


4 


927  S.M. 

YE  servants  of  the  Lord, 
Each  in  his  office  wait; 
With  joy  obey  his  heavenly  word 

And  watch  before  his  gate. 
Let  all  your  lamps  be  bright, 

And  trim  the  golden  flame; 
Gird  up  your  loins,  as  in  his  sight. 

For  awful  is  his  name. 
Watch! — 'tis  your  Lord's  command; 

And  while  we  speak,  he's  near ; 
Mark  every  signal  of  his  hand. 

And  ready  all  appear. 
Oh,  happy  servant  he, 

In  such  a  posture  found ! 
He  shall  his  Lord  with  rapture  see. 

And  be  with  honor  crowned. 

Doddridge. 


928 


S.  M. 


FAITH  is  a  precious  grace. 
Where'er  it  is  bestowed ; 
It  boasts  a  high,  celestial  birth. 

And  is  the  gift  of  God. 
Jesus  it  owns  as  King, 

And  all-atoning  Priest; 
It  claims  no  merit  of  its  own. 

But  looks  for  all  in  Christ. 
To  him  it  leads  the  soul, 

When  filled  with  deep  distress, 
Flies  to  the  fountain  of  his  blood. 

And  trusts  his  righteousness. 

Beddome. 

929  S.M. 

'E  give  thee  but  thine  own, 
Whate'er  the  gift  may  be  : 
All  that  we  have  is  thine  alone, 
A  trust,  0  Lord,  from  thee. 


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2  Oh  !  hearts  are  bruised  and  dead, 

And  homes  are  bare  and  cold, 
And  lambs,  for  whom  the    Shepherd 
bled, 
Are  straying  from  the  fold. 

3  To  comfort  and  to  bless, 

To  find  a  balm  for  woe, 
To  tend  the  lone  and  fatherless, 
Is  now  our  work  below. 

4  The  captive  to  release, 

To  God  the  lost  to  bring, 
To  teach  the  way  of  life  and  peace, 
It  is  a  Christ-like  thing. 


'A^ 


93^  8s&7s. 

LWAYS  with  us,  always  with  us — 
Words  of  cheer,  and  words  of 
love ; 
Thus  the  risen  Saviour  whispers. 
From  his  dwelling-place  above. 
2  With  us  when  we  toil  in  sadness. 
Sowing  much  and  reaping  none ; 
Telling  us  that  in  the  future 
Golden  harvests  shall  be  won. 
5  With  us  when  the  storm  is  sweeping 
O'er  our  pathway  dark  and  drear ; 
Waking  hope  within  our  bosoms. 
Stilling  every  anxious  fear. 
\  With  us  in  the  lonely  valley, 

When  we  cross  the  chilling  stream, 
Lighting  up  the  steps  to  glory 
With  salvation's  radiant  beam. 

Nevin. 

93  ^  8s  &  7s. 

BLESSED  angels,  high  in  heaven 
O'er  the  penitent  rejoice  : 
Hast  thou  for  thy  brother  striven 
With  an  importuning  voice? 
19 


2  Art  thou  not  thy  brother's  keeper, 

Canst  thou  not  his  soul  obtain.'' 
He  that  wakes  his  brother  sleeper 
Double  life  himself  shall  gain. 

3  Think  how  words  in  season  spoken, 

In  the  sinful  heart  sink  deep, 
And  the  first  link  may  have  broken 
Of  the  chains  that  round  him  creep. 

4  Think  of  that  day  when  each  brother 

To  his  brother  shall  be  known  : 
If  thy  prayers  have  saved  another, 
God  will  then  thy  service  own. 

5  Then,  when  ends  this  life's  short  fever, 

They,  who  many  turn  to  God, 
Like  the  stars  shall  shine  forever, 
In  th'  eternal  brotherhood  ! 

932  8s&7s. 

1  T  T  E  that  goeth  forth  with  weeping, 
X  X      Bearing  precious  seed  in  love, 

Never  tiring,  never  sleeping, 
Findeth  mercy  from  above. 

2  Soft  descend  the  dews  of  heaven. 

Bright  the  rays  celestial  shine  ; 
Precious  fruits  will  thus  be  given. 
Through  an  influence  all  divine. 

3  Sow  thy  seed,  be  never  weary, 

Let  no  fears  thy  soul  annoy ; 
Be  the  prospect  ne'er  so  dreary, 
Thou  shalt  reap  the  fruits  of  joy. 

4  Lo,  the  scene  of  verdure  brightening ! ' 

See  the  rising  grain  appear  ; 
Look  again  !  the  fields  are  whitening, , 
For  the  harvest  time  is  near. 

Hastings. 


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933  7s  &  6s. 

1  "\  T  TORK,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

V  V       Work  thro'  the  morning  hours; 
Work,  while  the  dew  is  sparkUng, 

Work  'mid  springing  flowers  ; 
Work,  when  the  day  grows  brighter, 

Work  in  the  glowing  sun  ; 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man's  work  is  done. 

2  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Work  through  the  sunny  noon; 
Fill  brightest  hours  with  labor. 

Rest  comes  sure  and  soon. 
Give  every  flying  minute. 

Something  to  keep  in  store : 
Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

When  man  works  no  more. 

3  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming, 

Under  the  sunset  skies  ; 
While  their  bright  tints  are  glowing, 

Work,  for  daylight  flies. 
Work  till  the  last  beam  fadeth, 

Fadeth  to  shine  no  more  ; 
Work  while  the  night  is  dark'ning, 

When  man's  work  is  o'er. 

934- 

1  "\  T  THEN  faint  and  weary,  toiling, 

V  V       The  sweat-drops  on  my  brow, 
I  long  to  rest  from  labor. 

To  drop  the  burden  now — • 
There  comes  a  gentle  chiding 

To  quell  each  mourning  sigh  : 
"  Work,  while  the  day  is  shining, 

There's  resting  by  and  by." 

2  This  life  to  toil  is  given, 

And  he  improves  it  best 


Who  seeks  by  patient  labor 

To  enter  into  rest ; 
Then  pilgrim,  worn  and  weary, 

Press  on,  the  goal  is  nigh ; 
The  prize  is  straight  before  thee, 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 
Nor  ask,  when  overburdened, 

You  long  for  friendly  aid, 
"  Why  idle  stands  my  brother, 

No  yoke  upon  him  laid  ?" 
Perhaps  he's  told  to  tarry ; 

Nor  stop  to  ask  him  why : 
"  Go  labor  in  my  vineyard," 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 
Wan  reaper  in  the  harvest. 

Let  this  thy  strength  sustain, — 
Each  sheaf  that  fills  the  garner 

Brings  you  eternal  gain. 
Then  bear  the  cross  with  patience, 

To  fields  of  duty  hie  ; 
'Tis  sweet  to  work  for  Jesus — 

There's  resting  by  and  by 
Chorus. 
Resting  by  and  by. 

There's  resting  by  and  by; 
We  shall  not  always  labor. 

We  shall  not  always  cry ; 
The  end  is  drawing  nearer, 

The  end  for  which  we  sigh ; 
We'll  lay  our  heavy  burdens  down. 

There's  resting  by  and  by. 

935  CM. 

10RD,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for 
_/      dross, 

With  solid  good  for  show  ? 
Outlive  our  bliss,  and  mourn  our  loss 
In  everlastinjr  woe .'' 


Sidney  Dyer. 


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291 


2  Let  us  not  lose  the  living  God, 

For  one  short  dream  of  joy: 
With  fond  embrace  cling  to  a  clod, 
And  fling  all  heaven  away. 

3  Vain  world,  thy  weak  attempts  forbear, 

We  all  thy  charms  defy  ; 
And  rate  our  precious  souls  too  dear. 
For  all  thy  wealth  to  buy. 


.QH 


936 


C.  M. 

not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 
My  longing  soul  is  stirred  ; 
Oh  give  me  a  diviner  name, — 
Call  me  thy  servant,  Lord. 

2  Sweet  title  that  delighteth  me, 

Rank  earnestly  implored  ; 
Oh  what  can  reach  the  dignity 
Of  thy  true  servants,  Lord  ? 

3  No  longer  would  my  soul  be  known 

As  self-sustained  and  free ; 
Oh,  not  mine  own,  oh,  not  mine  own. 
Lord,  I  belong  to  thee. 

4  In  life,  in  death,  on  earth,  in  heaven. 

No  other  name  for  me  ; 
The  same  sweet  style  and  title  given 
Through  all  eternity. 

Thomas  H.  Gill. 

937  CM. 

NE  thing  alone,   dear  Lord !    I 


n 

V^^         dread- 
To  have  a  secret  spot 


I'hat  separates  my  soul  from  thee, 

And  yet  to  know  it  not. 
2  But  if  this  weariness  hath  come 

A  present  from  on  high, 
Teach  me  to  find  the  hidden  wealth 

That  in  its  depths  may  lie. 


3  If  this  drear  change  be  thine,  O  Lord  ! 

If  it  be  thy  sweet  will. 
Spare  not,  but  to  the  very  brim 
The  bitter  chalice  fill. 

4  But  if  it  hath  been  sin  of  mine, 

Oh,  show  that  sin  to  me  ! 
Not  to  get  back  the  sweetness  lost. 
But  to  make  peace  with  thee. 

5  So  in  this  darkness  I  can  learn 

To  tremble  and  adore. 
To  sound  my  own  vile  nothingness, 
And  thus  to  love  thee  more. 

6  Oh,  blessed  be  this  darkness  then, 

This  deep  in  which  I  lie. 
And  blessed  be  all  things  that  teach 
God's  dread  Supremacy  ! 


H 


938 


Faber. 


8s.    D. 


OW  tedious    and    tasteless  the 
hours 

When  Jesus  no  longer  I  see  ! 
Sweet  prospects,  sweet  birds  and  sweet 
flow'rs 
Have  lost  all  their  sweetness  with 
me  : 
The  midsummer  sun  shines  but  dim, 

The  fields  strive  in  vain  to  look  gay. 
But  when  I  am  happy  in  him, 
December  's  as  pleasant  as  May. 

His  name  yields  the  richest  perfume. 

And  sweeter  than  music  his  voice  ; 
His  presence  disperses  my  gloom, 

And  makes  all  within  me  rejoice : 
I  should,  were  he  always  so  nigh. 

Have  nothing  to  wish  or  to  fear; 
No  mortal  so  happy  as  I ; 

My  summer  would  last  all  the  year. 


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3  Content  with  beholding  his  face, 

My  all  to  his  pleasure  resigned, 
No  changes  of  season  or  place 

Would    make    any    change    in    my 
mind : 
While  blest  with  a  sense  of  his  love, 

A  palace  a  toy  would  appear  ; 
And  jDrisons  would  palaces  prove, 
If    Jesus     would    dwell    with    me 
there. 

4  Dear  Lord,  if  indeed  I  am  thine. 

If  thou  art  my  sun  and  my  song. 
Say,  why  do  I  languish  and  pine  ? 

And  why  are  my  winters  so  long? 
Oh,  drive  these  dark  clouds  from  my 
sky; 
Thy  soul-cheering  presence  restore  ; 
Or  take  me  to  thee  up  on  high. 

Where  winter   and   clouds    are   no 
more. 

Newton. 


939  CM. 

1  /'~\  H,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  day 
V^^     A  nearness  to  my  God, 
Then   would   my    hours    glide    sweet 

away, 
While  leaning  on  his  word. 

2  Lord,  I  desire  with  thee  to  live 

Anew  from  day  to  day. 
In  joys  the  world  can  never  give, 
Nor  ever  take  away. 

3  Blest  Jesus,  come,  and  rule  my  heart, 

And  make  me  wholly  thine, 

That  I  may  never  more  depart, 

Nor  grieve  thy  love  divine. 


4  Thus,  till  my  last,  expiring  breath. 
Thy  goodness  I'll  adore; 
And  when  my  frame  dissolves  in  death, 
My  soul  shall  love  thee  more. 

B.  Cleavland. 


940  C.  M. 

ONG  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound 
Of  thy  salvation.  Lord  ; 
But  still  how  weak  my  faith  is  found, 
And  knowledge  of  thy  word  ! 


E 


2  Oft  I  frequent  thy  holy  place. 

And  hear  almost  in  vain  ; 
How  small  a  portion  of  thy  grace 

My  memory  can  retain  ! 

3  How  cold  and  feeble  is  my  love, 

How  negligent  my  fear. 
How  low  my  hope  of  joys  above, 
How  few  affections  there  ! 

4  Great  God,  thy  sovereign  power  impart 

To  give  thy  word  success ; 
Write  thy  salvation  in  my  heart, 
And  make  me  learn  thy  grace, 

5  Show  my  forgetful  feet  the  way 

That  leads  to  joys  on  high  : 
There  knowledge  grows  without  decay. 
And  love  shall  never  die. 

Watts. 


T 


941  CM. 

HE   bird    let   loose    in    eastern 
skies, 

When  hastening  fondly  home. 
Ne'er  stoops  to  earth  her  wing,  nor 
flies 
Where  idle  warblers  roam. 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


29^ 


2  But  high  she  shoots  through  air  and 

light, 
«         Above  all  low  delay, 

Where    nothing    earthly   bounds    her 
flight, 
Nor  shadow  dims  her  way. 

3  So  grant  me,  Lord,  from  every  snare 

And  stain  of  passion  free, 

Aloft  through  faith's  serener  air 

To  hold  my  course  to  thee. 

4  No  sin  to  cloud,  no  lure  to  stay 

My  soul,  as  home  she  springs ; 
Thy  sunshine  on  her  joyful  way, 
Thy  freedom  in  her  wings 


I    f~^  H,  for  a 
\J      A  call 


94-2 


Moore. 


C.  M. 


a  closer  walk  with  God  ! 
ilm  and  heavenly  frame  ! 
A  light  to  shine  upon  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb  ! 


2  Where  is  the  blessedness  I  knew 

When  first  I  saw  the  Lord  ? 
Where  is  the  soul-refreshing  view 
Of  Jesus  and  his  word? 

3  What  peaceful  hours  I  once  enjoyed ! 

How  sweet  their  memory  still  ! 
But  they  have  left  an  aching  void 
The  world  can  never  fill. 

4  Return,  O  holy  Dove,  return 

Sweet  messenger  of  rest ; 
I  hate  the  sins  that  made  thee  mourn. 
And  drove  thee  from  my  breast. 

5  The  dearest  idol  I  have  known, 

Whate'er  that  idol  be, 
Help  me  to  tear  it  from  thy  throne, 
And  worship  only  thee. 


6  So  shall  my  walk  be  close  with  God, 
Calm  and  serene  my  frame  ; 
So  purer  light  shall  mark  the  road 
That  leads  me  to  the  Lamb. 


943 


COWPER. 


L.  M. 


1  1\  /r  Y  only  Saviour  !  when  I  feel 
XV J.      O'erwhelmed  in  spirit,  faint, 

oppressed, 
'Tis  sweet  to  tell  thee,  while  I  kneel 
Low  at  thy  feet,  thou  art  my  rest. 

2  I'm  weary  of  the  strife  within  ; 

Strong    powers     against    my    soul 
contest ; 
Oh,  let  me  turn  from  self  and  sin 
To  thy  dear  cross,  for  there  is  rest ! 

3  Oh  !  sweet  will  be  the  welcome  day, 

When,  from  its  toils  and  woes  re- 
leased. 
My  parting  soul  in  death  shall  say, 

"  Now,   Lord,  I  come    to   thee    for 
rest!" 

944-  L.M. 

LOVE  Divine  !  that  stooped  to 
share 

Our  sharpest  pang,  our  bitterest  tear, 
On  thee  we  cast  each  earth-born  care, 
We   smile   at  pain   while   thou  art 
near. 

2  Though  long  the  weary  way  we  tread, 
And   sorrow  crown   each  lingering 
year. 
No  path  we  shun,  no  darkness  dread, 
Our   hearts   still  whispering.   Thou 
art  near. 


294 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


3  When  drooping  pleasure  turns  to  grief, 

And  trembling  faith  is  changed  to 

fear, 
The  murmuring   wind,   the   quivering 

leaf. 
Shall  softly  tell  us  thou  art  near. 

4  On  thee  we  fling  our  burdening  woe, 

O  Love  Divine,  forever  dear ; 
Content  to  suffer  while  we  know, 
Living  or  dying,  thou  art  near ! 

O.  W.  Holmes. 

945  L.  M. 

1  T7ATHER!  beneath  thy  shelt'ring 
JL  wing 

In  sweet  security  we  rest. 
And  fear  no  evil  earth  can  bring. 
In  life,  in  death,  supremely  blest. 

2  For  life  is  good  whose  tidal  flow 

The  motions  of  thy  will  obeys ; 
And  death  is  good,  that  makes  us  know 
The    Life    Divine    that    all   things 
sways. 

3  And  good  it  is  to  bear  the  cross. 

And  so  thy  perfect  peace  to  win  : 
And  nought  is  ill,  nor  brings  us  loss. 
Nor  works  us  harm,  save  only  sin. 

4  Redeemed  from  this,  we  ask  no  more, 

But   trust   the    love   that   saves   to 
guide  : 
The  grace  that  yields  so  rich  a  store. 
Will  grant  us  all  we  need  beside. 

U'.  H.  Burleigh. 


N 


94-6 


6s  &  4s. 
EARER,  my  God,  to  thee. 
Nearer  to  thee ! 
E'en  though  it  be  a  cross 
That  raiseth  me, 


Still  all  my  song  shall  be, 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee ! 
Though  like  the  wanderer, 

The  sun  gone  down, 
Darkness  be  over  me. 

My  rest  a  stone  ; 
Yet  in  my  dreams  I'd  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee, 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

There  let  the  way  appear 

Steps  unto  heaven  ; 
All  that  thou  sendest  me, 

In  mercy  given  ; 
Angels  to  beckon  me 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 

Then  with  my  waking  thoughts 

Bright  with  thy  praise. 
Out  of  my  stony  griefs 

Bethel  I'll  raise  ; 
So  by  my  woes  to  be 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee  ! 
Or  if  on  joyful  wing, 

Cleaving  the  sky, 
Sun,  moon,  and  stars  forgot. 

Upward  I  fly, 
Still  all  my  song  shall  be. 
Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee. 

Nearer  to  thee. 

Sarah  F.  Adams. 


94-7 


6s  &  4s. 


I    Q  AVIOUR  !  thy  gentle  voice 


Gladly  we  hear ; 
Author  of  all  our  joys. 
Ever  be  near; 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


295 


Our  souls  would  cling  to  thee, 
Let  us  thy  fullness  see, 
Our  life  to  cheer. 

2  Fountain  of  life  divine  ! 

Thee  we  adore  ; 
We  would  be  wholly  thine 

Forevermore  ; 
Freely  forgive  our  sin. 
Grant  heavenly  peace  within, 

Thy  light  restore. 

3  Though  to  our  faith  unseen. 

While  darkness  reigns, 
On  thee  alone  we  lean 

While  life  remains  ; 
By  thy  free  grace  restored, 
Our  souls  shall  bless  the  Lord 

In  joyful  strains  ! 


9+8 


Hastings. 


L.  M. 


1  OTAND  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy 
Vv3  fears, 

And  gird  the  gospel  armor  on  ; 
March  to  the  gates  of  endless  joy, 
Where   Jesus,    thy  great   Captain's 
gone. 

2  Hell  and  thy  sins  resist  thy  course ; 

But   hell    and    sin    are   vanquished 

foes; 
Thy    Saviour     nailed    them    to    the 

cross, 
And  sung  the  triumph  when  he  rose. 

3  Then  let  my  soul  march  boldly  on, — 

Press  forward  to  the  heavenly  gate  ; 
There  peace  and  joy  eternal  reign, 
And  glittering  robes  for  conquerors 
wait. 


4  There  shall  I  wear  a  starry  crown, 
And  triumph  in  almighty  grace, 
While  all  the  armies  of  the  skies 
Join  in  my  glorious  Leader's  praise. 


949 


Watts. 


L.  M. 


1  T  ET  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say, 

J /  "  Strength  shall  be  equal  to  thy 

Then  I  rejoice  in  deep  distress, 
Upheld  by  all-sufficient  grace. 

2  I  can  do  all  things — or  can  bear 
All  suffering,  if  my  Lord  be  there  ; 
Sweet  pleasures  mingle  with  the  pains, 
While  he  my  sinking  head  sustains. 

3  I  glory  in  infirmity. 

That  Christ's  own  power  may  rest  on 

me  ; 
When  I  am  weak,  then  am  I  strong ; 
Grace   is    my  shield,  and   Christ  my 

song.  Watts. 

950  L.  M. 

ESUS,  while  this  rough  desert  soil 
I  tread,  be  thou  my  guide  and 
stay  : 

Nerve  me  for  conflict  and  for  toil ; 
Uphold  me  on  my  stranger-way  ! 

2  Jesus,  in  heaviness  and  fear, 

'Mid  cloud,  and  shade,  and  gloom  I 
stray, 
For  earth's  last  night  is  drawing  near; 
Oh,  cheer  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

3  Jesus,  in  solitude  and  grief, 

When  sun  and  stars  withhold  their 
ray, 


J 


296 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


Make  haste,  make  haste  to  my  relief! 
Oh,  hght  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 

4  Jesus,  in  weakness  of  this  flesh, 

When  Satan  grasps  me  for  his  prey, 
Oh,  give  me  victory  afresh. 

And  speed  me  on  my  stranger-way ! 


951 


BONAR. 


L.  M. 


1  T3  ESET  with  snares  on  every  hand, 
X3   In  life's  uncertain  path  I  stand  ; 

Saviour  Divine  !  diffuse  thy  light. 
To  guide  my  doubtful  footsteps  right. 

2  Engage  this  roving  treacherous  heart, 
Great  God  !  to  choose  the  better  part; 
To  scorn  the  trifles  of  a  day 

For  joys  that  none  can  take  away. 

3  If  thou,  my  Saviour,  still  art  nigh, 
Cheerful  I  live,  and  joyful  die  : 
Secure,  when  mortal  comforts  flee, 
To  find  eternal  joys  in  thee. 

952  L.M. 

1  A  WAKE,  my  soul  !  away,  our  fears! 
/~\     Let  every  trembling  thought  be 

gone  ; 
Awake,  and  rijn  the  heavenly  race, 
And  put  a  cheerful  courage  on  ! 

2  True,  'tis  a  strait  and  thorny  road. 

And  mortal  spirits  tire  and  faint ; 
But  they  forget  the  mighty  God, 

Who   feeds    the    strength   of  every 
saint. 

3  The    mighty    God,   whose    matchless 

power 
Is  ever  new  and  ever  young. 
And  firm  endures,  while  endless  years 
Their  everlastinjr  circles  run. 


4  From  thee,  the  overflowing  spring, 

Our  souls  shall  drink  a  fresh  supply  ; 
While    such     as    trust     their    native 
strength 
Shall  melt  away,  and  droop,  and  die. 

5  Swift  as  an  eagle  cuts  the  air, 

We'll  mount  aloft  to  thine  abode ; 

On  wings  of  love  our  souls  shall  fly, 

Nor  tire  amid  the  heavenly  road  ! 

Watts. 

953  L.M. 

1  A  WAKE,    my  soul  !    lift   up   thine 
x\  eyes ; 

See  where  thy  foes  against  thee  rise, 
In  long  array,  a  numerous  host ; 
Awake,  my  soul !  or  thou  art  lost, 

2  See  where  rebellious  passions  rage, 
And  fierce  desires  and  lusts  engage  ; 
The  meanest  foe  of  all  the  train 

Has    thousands    and    ten    thousands 
slain. 

3  Thou  treadest  on  enchanted  ground  ; 
Perils  and  snares  beset  thee  round ; 
Beware  of  all,  guard  every  part — 
But  most  the  traitor  in  thy  heart. 

4  The  terror  and  the  charm  repel, 

The  powders  of  earth,  and  powers  of 

hell; 
The  Man  of  Calv'ry  triumphed  here : 
Why  should  his  faithful  followers  fear  ? 

5  Come,  then,    my  soul  !    now  learn  to 

wield 
The  weight  of  thine  immortal  shield  ; 
Put  on  the  armor,  from  above. 
Of  heavenly  truth,  and  heavenly  love. 

BARBAt'LD. 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


297 


954-  L.M. 

1  "|V    /TY  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for 
,Vi  God? 

Look  o'er   thy  misspent  years  and 

see, 
Sum  up  what  thou  hast  done  for  God, 
And  then  what  God  hath  done  for 
thee. 

2  He  made  thee  when  he    might  have 

made 
A  soul  that  would  have  loved  him 

more ; 
He  rescued  thee  from  nothingness, 
And  set  thee  on  life's  happy  shore. 

3  What   hast    thou   done    for   God,    my 

soul  ? 
Look  o'er  thy  misspent  years    and 

see  ; 
Cry  from  thy  worse  than  nothingness — 
Cry  for  his  mercy  upon  thee ! 

955  CM. 

1  AWAKE,    my   soul,    stretch   every 
ir\.  nerve. 

And  press  with  vigor  on  : 
A  heavenly  race  demands  thy  zeal, 
And  an  immortal  crown. 

2  A  cloud  of  witnesses  around 

Hold  thee  in  full  survey  ; 
Forget  the  steps  already  trod, 
And  onward  urge  thy  way. 

3  'Tis  God's  all-animating  voice 

That  calls  thee  from  on  high  ; 
'Tis  his  own  hand  presents  the  prize 
To  thine  aspiring  eye. 

4  That  prize  with  peerless  glories  bright, 

Which  shall  new  lustre  boast, 


When  victpr's  wreaths  and  monarch's 
gems 
Shall  blend  in  common  dust. 
5  Blest  Saviour,  introduced  by  thee, 
Have  I  my  race  begun  ; 
And,  crowned  with  victory,  at  thy  feet 
I'll  lay  my  honors  down,     doddridge. 


956 


L.  M. 

1  ^'"^  ISRAEL,  to  thy  tents  repair: 

V^     Why   thus    secure    on    hostile 

ground  ? 
Thy  King  commands  thee  to  beware, 
For  many  foes  thy  camp  surround. 

2  The  trumpet  gives  a  martial  strain  : 

O  Israel,  gird  thee  for  the  fight ! 
Arise,  the  combat  to  maintain. 
And  put  thine  enemies  to  flight ! 

3  Thou  shouldst  not  sleep,  as  others  do  ; 

Awake  ;  be  vigilant ;  be  brave  ! 
The  coward,  and  the  sluggard  too, 
Must  wear  the  fetters  of  the  slave. 

4  A  nobler  lot  is  cast  for  thee ; 

A  kingdom  waits  thee  in  the  skies : 
With  such  a  hope,  shall  Israel  flee, 
Or    yield,    through    weariness,   the 
prize  ? 

5  No  !  let  a  careless  world  repose 

And  slumber  on  through  life's  short 
day, 
While  Israel  to  the  conflict  goes. 
And  bears  the  glorious  prize  away ! 

Kellv. 

957  CM. 

I    "\  /r  Y  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye 
iVi  so? 

Awake,  my  sluggish  soul ! 
Nothing  has  half  thy  work  to  do, 
Yet  nothing 's  half  so  dull. 


298 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE, 


2  The  little  ants,  for  one  poor  grain, 

Labor,  and  tug,  and  strive  ; 
Yet  we,  who  have  a  heaven  t'  obtain. 
How  negligent  we  live  ! 

3  We,  for  whose  sake  all  nature  stands, 

And  stars  their  courses  move  ; 
We,  for  whose  guard  the  angel  bands 
Come  flying  from  above  ; — 

4  We,  for  whom  God  the  Son  came  down, 

And  labored  for  our  good. 
How  careless  to  secure  that  crown 
He  purchased  with  his  blood  ' 


Watts. 


'M 


958 


S.  M. 


Y  soul,  be  on  thy  gi^i^rd, 
Ten  thousand  foes  arise  ; 
And  hosts  of  sin  are  pressing  hard 
To  draw  thee  from  the  skies. 


2  Oh,  watch,  and  fight,  and  pray ; 

The  battle  ne'er  give  o'er  ; 
Renew  it  boldly  every  day. 
And  help  divine  implore. 

3  Ne'er  think  the  A'ictory  won, 

Nor  lay  thine  armor  down  : 
Thy  arduous  w-ork  will  not  be  done 
Till  thou  obtain  thy  crown. 

4  Fight  on,  my  soul,  till  death 

Shall  bring  thee  to  thy  God ; 
He'll  take  thee,  at  thy  parting  breath, 
To  his  divine  abode. 


959 


Heath. 


S.  M. 


I    A  /r  Y  soul,  it  is  thy  God 


Who  calls  thee  by  his  grace  ; 
Now  loose  thee  from  each  cumbering 
load, 
And  bend  thee  to  the  race. 


2  Make  thy  salvation  sure  ; 

All  sloth  and  slumber  shun  ; 
Nor  a  moment  rest  secure, 
Till  thou  the  goal  hast  won. 

3  Thy  crown  of  life  hold  fast; 

Thy  heart  with  courage  stay ; 
Nor  let  one  trembling  glance  be  cast 
Along  the  backward  way. 

4  Thy  path  ascends  the  skies. 

With  conq'ring  footsteps  bright ; 
And    thou   shalt    win    and   wear    the 
prize 
In  everlasting  light. 


96 


O 


S.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  people  of  the  Lord 

X       Are  on  their  way  to  heaven  ; 
There  they  obtain  their  great  reward  ; 
The  prize  will  there  be  given. 

2  'Tis  conflict  here  below ; 

'Tis  triumph  there,  and  peace : 
On  earth  we  wrestle  with  the  foe  ; 
In  heaven  our  conflicts  cease. 

3  'Tis  gloom  and  darkness  here  ; 

'Tis  light  and  joy  above  ; 
There  all  is  pure,  and  all  is  clear ; 
There  all  is  peace  and  love. 

4  There  rest  shall  follow  toil, 

And  ease  succeed  to  care  : 
The  victors  there  divide  the  spoil ; 
They  sing  and  triumph  there. 

5  Then  let  us  joyful  sing; 

The  conflict  is  not  long : 
We  hope  in  heaven  to  praise  our  King 
In  one  eternal  song. 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


299 


961  S.M. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  harvest  dawn  is  near, 

\_       The  year  delays  not  long  ; 
And  he  who  sows  with  many  a  tear, 
Shall  reap  with  many  a  song. 

2  Sad  to  his  toil  he  goes. 

His  seed  with  weeping  leaves  ; 
But  he  shall  come,  at  twilight's  close, 
And  bring  his  golden  sheaves. 

Burgess. 


'S' 


962 


S.  M. 
OLDIERS  of  Christ,  arise, 
And  gird  your  armor  on. 
Strong  in  the  strength  which  God  sup- 
plies. 
Through  his  eternal  Son  : 

2  Strong  in  the  Lord  of  hosts, 

And  in  his  mighty  power, 
Who  in  the  strength  of  Jesus  trusts. 
Is  more  than  conqueror. 

3  Leave  no  unguarded  place. 

No  weakness  of  the  soul ; 
Take  every  virtue,  every  grace. 
And  fortify  the  whole. 

4  Stand,  then,  in  his  great  might. 

With  all  his  strength  endued, 
And  take,  to  arm  you  for  the  fight, 
The  panoply  of  God  : 

5  That,  having  all  things  done, 

And  all  your  conflicts  past. 
You  may  o'ercome  thro'  Christ  alone, 
And  stand  complete  at  last. 

6  From  strength  to  strength  go  on  ; 

Wrestle,  and  fight,  and  pray  ; 
Tread  all  the  powers  of  darkness  down. 
And  win  the  well-fought  day. 

C.  Weslev. 


963 


S.M. 

1  \  ^  7  HAT  cheering  words  are  these  ; 

V  V       Their  sweetness  who  can  tell .'' 
In  time  and  to  eternal  days, 
"  'Tis  with  the  righteous  well." 

2  In  every  state  secure, 

Kept  as  Jehovah's  eye, 
'Tis  well  with  them  while  life  endures, 
And  well  when  called  to  die. 

3  Well  when  they  see  his  face. 

Or  sink  amidst  the  flood  ; 

Well  in  affliction's  thorny  maze, 

Or  on  the  mount  with  God. 

4  'Tis  well  when  joys  arise, 

'Tis  well  when  sorrows  flow, 
'Tis  well  when  darkness  vails  the  skies. 
And  strong  temptations  grow. 

5  'Tis  well  when  Jesus  calls, 

"  From  earth  and  sin  arise, 
To  join  the  hosts  of  ransomed  souls, 
Made  to  salvation  wise  !" 

Kent. 
964 

1  "]\  /FY  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 
J.VX      Against  thy  heavenly  crown  ; 
Nor  suffer  Satan's  deadliest  strife 

To  beat  thy  courage  down. 

2  With  prayer  and  crying  strong. 

Hold  on  the  fearful  fight, 
And  let  the  breaking  day  prolong 
The  wrestling  of  the  night. 

3  The  battle  soon  will  yield 

If  thou  thy  part  fulfil ; 
For  strong  as  is  the  hostile  shield. 
Thy  s.word  is  stronger  still. 


S.  M. 


300 


THE     CHRISTIAN-    LIFE. 


4  Thine  armor  is  divine, 

Thy  feet  witli  victory  shod  ; 
And  on  thy  head  shall  quickly  shine 
The  diadem  of  God. 


05 


7s  &  6s. 

1  O  TAND  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus, 
Vv3     Ye  soldiers  of  the  cross  ! 
Lift  high  his  royal  banner. 

It  must  not  suffer  loss  : 
From  victory  unto  victory 

His  army  shall  he  lead, 
Till  every  foe  is  vanquished, 

And  Christ  is  Lord  indeed. 

2  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

The  trumpet  call  obey  ; 
Forth  to  the  mighty  conflict, 

In  this  his  glorious  day  : 
"Ye  that  are  men,  now  serve  him  " 

Against  unnumbered  foes; 
Your  courage  rise  with  danger, 

And  strength  to  strength  ojDpose. 

3  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus  ! 

Stand  in  his  strength  alone  ; 
The  arm  of  flesh  will  fail  you, 

Ye  dare  not  trust  your  own  : 
Put  on  the  gospel  armor. 

And,  watching  unto  prayer, 
Where  duty  calls,  or  danger, 

Be  never  wanting  there. 

4  Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus ! 

The  strife  will  not  be  long ; 
This  day  the  noise  of  battle. 

The  next  the  victor's  song  : 
To  him  that  overcometh, 

A  crown  of  life  shall  be  ; 
He  with  the  King  of  Glory 

Shall  reign  eternally. 

DUFFIELD. 


966 


7s&6s. 


1  T   NEED  thee,  Precious  Jesus, 
X      For  I  am  very  poor  ; 

A  stranger  and  a  pilgrim, 

I  have  no  earthly  store  ; 
I  need  the  love  of  Jesus 

To  cheer  me  on  my  way. 
To  guide  my  doubting  footsteps. 

To  be  my  strength  and  stay. 

2  I  need  thee.  Precious  Jesus, 

I  need  a  friend  like  thee, 
A  friend  to  soothe  and  pity, 

A  friend  to  care  for  me : 
I  need  the  Heart  of  Jesus 

To  feel  each  anxious  care, 
To  tell  my  every  trial, 

And  all  my  sorrows  share. 

3  I  need  thee.  Precious  Jesus, 

And  hope  to  see  thee  soon 
Encircled  with  the  rainbow, 

And  seated  on  thy  throne  ; 
There,  with  thy  blood-bought  children, 

My  joy  shall  ever  be. 
To  sing  thy  praises,  Jesus, 

To  gaze,  my  Lord,  on  thee. 


967 


F.  Whitfield. 


7s. 


1  ^  HILDREN  of  the  heavenly  King, 
V^_x   As  ye  journey,  sweetly  sing  ; 
Sing  your  Saviour's  worthy  praise, 
Glorious  in  his  works  and  ways. 

2  Ye  are  traveling  home  to  God 
In  the  way  the  fathers  trod  ; 
They  are  happy  now,  and  ye 
Soon  their  happiness  shall  see. 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


JOl 


3  Shout,  ye  little  flock,  and  blest! 
You  on  Jesus'  throne  shall  rest ; 
There  your  seat  is  now  prepared  ; 
There  your  kingdom  and  reward. 

4  Fear  not,  brethren  ;  joyful  stand 
On  the  borders  of  your  land  ; 
Jesus  Christ,  your  Father's  Son, 
Bids  you  undismayed  go  on. 

5  Lord,  submissive  make  us  go, 
Gladly  leaving  all  below;' 
Only  thou  our  Leader  be. 
And  we  still  will  follow  thee. 

Chorus.  ^^''''"'''■ 

Victor}^,  victory. 
When  we've  gained  the  victory ; 
Oh,  how  happy  we  shall  be, 
When  we've  gained  the  victory. 


968 


7s. 

1  /^^HRISTIAN,  let   your   heart  be 
V^/         glad ! 

March,  in  heavenly  armor  clad  ; 
Fight!   nor  think  the  battle  long: 
Victory  soon  will  tune  your  song. 

2  Let  not  sorrow  dim  your  eye ; 
Soon  shall  every  tear  be  dry: 
Let  not  fears  your  course  impede; 
Great  your  strength,  if  great  your  need. 

Maitland. 


7s. 


1  A  /r  UCH  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe, 
IV JL    Onward,  Christians,  onward  go ; 

Fight  the  fight ;  and  worn  with  strife, 
Steep  with  tears  the  bread  of  life. 

2  Onward,  Christians,  onward  go  ; 
Join  the  war,  and  face  the  foe  ; 


Faint  not  :  much  doth  yet  remain ; 
Dreary  is  the  long  campaign. 

3  Shrink  not.  Christians,  will  ye  yield  ? 
Will  ye  quit  the  battle-field  ? 

Fight  till  all  the  conflict's  o'er, 
Nor  your  foes  shall  rally  more. 

4  But,  when  loud  the  trumpet  blown, 
Speaks  their  forces  overthrown, 
Christ,  your  Captain,  shall  bestow 
Crowns    to    grace    the     Conqueror's 

brow. 

H.  K.  Whits. 

970  7s. 

'AINT     not,    Christian!     though 
the  road. 
Leading  to  thy  blest  abode, 
Darksome  be,  and  dangerous  too, 
Christ,    thy   Guide,    will    bring    thee 
through. 

2  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  in  rage 
Satan  would  thy  soul  engage. 

Gird  on  faith's  anointed  shield, — 
Bear  it  to  the  battle-field. 

3  Faint  not.  Christian  !  though  the  world 
Has  its  hostile  flag  unfurled  ; 

Hold  the  cross  of  Jesus  fast, 
Thou  shalt  overcome  at  last. 

4  Faint  not,  Christian  !  though  within 
There's  a  heart  so  prone  to  sin ; 
Christ,  the  Lord,  is  over  all ; 
He'll  not  suffer  thee  to  fall. 

5  Faint  not,  Christian!  look  on  high; 
See  the  harpers  in  the  sky : 
Patient,  wait,  and  thou  wilt  join — 
Chant  with  them  of  love  divine. 


S02 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


971  7s. 

SLEEP  not,  soldier  of  the  cross  ! 
Foes  are  lurking  all  around ; 
Look  not  here  to  find  repose  : 
This  is  but  thy  battle-ground. 

Up  !  and  take  thy  shield  and  sword  ; 

Up  !  it  is  the  call  of  heaven  : 
Shrink  not  faithless  from  thy  Lord ; 

Nobly  strive  as  he  hath  striven. 

Break  through  all  the  force  of  ill ; 

Tread  the  might  of  passion  down, — 
Struggling  onward,  onward  still. 

To  the  conq'ring  Saviour's  crown  ! 

Through  the  midst  of  toil  and  pain, 
Let    this    thought    ne'er    leave    thy 
breast: 

Every  triumph  thou  dost  gain 

Makes  more  sweet  thy  coming  rest. 


I    TORE 
i_^  Ti 


972  7s. 

ORD  !  I  cannot  let  thee  go. 
Till  a  blessing  thou  bestow  ; 
Do  not  turn  away  thy  face, 
Mine  's  an  urgent,  pressing  case. 

2  Once,  a  sinner,  near  despair. 
Sought  thy  mercy-seat  by  prayer ; 
Mercy  heard  and  set  him  free — 
Lord  !  that  mercy  came  to  me. 

3  Many  days  have  passed  since  then. 
Many  changes  I  have  seen  ; 

Yet  have  been  upheld  till  now ; 
Who  could  hold  me  up  but  thou  ? 

4  Thou  hast  helped  in  every  need — 
This  emboldens  me  to  plead  : 


After  so  much  mercy  past. 
Canst  thou  let  me  sink  at  last  ? 

5   No — I  must  maintain  my  hold  ; 
"Tis  thy  goodness  makes  me  bold  ; 
I  can  no  denial  take. 
Since  I  plead  for  Jesus'  sake. 

Newton. 

973  7s.    D. 

RETHREN,    while   we    sojourn 
here, 

Fight  we  must,  but  should  not  fear ; 
Foes  we  have,  but  we've  a  Friend, 
One  that  loves  us  to  the  end  : 
Forward,  then,  with  courage  go ; 
Long  we  shall  not  dwell  below ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,    your     Father    calls  —  come 

home  ! " 

2  In  the  way  a  thousand  snares 
Lie,  to  take  us  unawares  ; 
Satan,  with  malicious  art, 
Watches  each  unguarded  part : 
But,  from  Satan's  malice  free, 
Saints  shall  soon  victorious  be  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,    your    Father     calls — come 

home !  " 

3  But  of  all  the  foes  we  meet. 
None  so  oft  mislead  our  feet, 
None  betray  us  into  sin 

Like  the  foes  that  dwell  within  ; 
Yet  let  nothing  spoil  our  peace, 
Christ  shall  also  conquer  these  ; 
Soon  the  joyful  news  will  come, 
"Child,  your  Father  calls  —  come 
home  !  "  swain. 


CONFLICT    AND     TRIUMPH. 


303 


H 


974  7s. 

EAVENLY    Father,    to   whose 
eye 

Future  things  unfolded  lie 
Through  the  desert,  where  I  stray, 
Let  thy  counsels  guide  my  way. 

2  Lead  me  not,  for  flesh  is  frail. 
Where  fierce  trials  would  assail ; 
Leave  me  not,  in  darkened  hour, 
To  withstand  the  tempter's  power. 

3  Help  thy  servant  to  maintain 
A  profession  free  from  stain  ; 
That  my  sole  reproach  may  be 
Following  Christ  and  fearing  thee. 

4  Should  thy  wisdom,  Lord,  decree 
Trials  long  and  sharp  for  me, 
Pain  or  sorrow,  care  or  shame, 
Father,  glorify  thy  name. 

5  Let  me  neither  faint  nor  fear. 
Feeling  still  that  thou  art  near, 
In  the  course  my  Saviour  trod. 
Tending  still  to  thee  my  God. 

Condor. 

975  7s. 

1  /^HRIST,    of   all   my   hopes   the 
V_^  ground, 

Christ,  the  spring  of  all  my  joy. 
Still  in  thee  let  me  be  found, 

Still  for  thee  my  powers  employ. 

2  Fountain  of  o'erflowing  grace  ! 

Freely  from  thy  fullness  give  ; 
Till  I  close  my  earthly  race. 
Be  it  "  Christ  for  me  to  live !" 

3  Firmly  trusting  in  thy  blood, 

Nothing  shall  my  heart  confound  ; 


Safely  I  shall  pass  the  flood. 

Safely  reach  Immanuel's  ground. 

4  When  I  touch  the  blessed  shore, 

Back  the  closing  waves  shall  roll ! 
Death's  dark  stream  shall  nevermore 
Part  from  thee  my  ravished  soul. 

5  Thus,— oh,  thus  an  entrance  give 

To  the  land  of  cloudless  sky; 

Having  known  it  "  Christ  to  live," 

Let  me  know  it  "  gain  to  die." 

Windham. 


7s. 


I    ^~^  AST  thy  burden  on  the  Lord, 
V^/  Only  lean  upon  his  word  ; 
Thou  wilt  soon  have  cause  to  bless 
His  unchanging  faithfulness. 


2  He  sustains  thee  by  his  hand. 
He  enables  thee  to  stand  ; 

Those,  whom  Jesus  once  hath  loved, 
From  his  grace  are  never  moved. 

3  Heaven  and  earth  may  pass  away, 
His  free  grace  shall  not  decay ;    • 
He  hath  promised  to  fulfill 

All  the  pleasure  of  his  will. 

977  7s. 

1  T  ORD,  forever  at  thy  side 

Jl J     Let  my  place  and  portion  be  ; 

Strip  me  of  the  robe  of  pride, 
Clothe  me  with  humiUty. 

2  Meekly  may  my  soul  receive 

All  thy  Spirit  hath  revealed  ; 
Thou  hast  spoken,  I  believe 

Though  the  prophecy  were  sealed. 

3  Quiet  as  a  weaned  child, 

Weaned  from  the  mother's  breast, 


304 


THE     CHRISTIAN-    LIFE. 


By  no  subtlety  beguiled, 
On  thy  faithful  word  I  rest. 
4  Saints,  rejoicing  evermore, 
In  the  Lord  Jehovah  trust ; 

Him  in  all  his  ways  adore, 
Wise,  and  wonderful,  and  just. 


978 


Montgomery. 


7s. 


1  ''  I  ^O  thy  pastures  fair  and  large, 

X     Heavenly    Shepherd,    lead    thy 
charge. 
And  my  couch,  with  tenderest  care, 
'Mid  the  springing  grass  prepare. 

2  When  I  faint  with  summer's  heat, 
Thou  shalt  guide  my  weary  feet 
To  the  streams  that,  still  and  slow, 
Through  the  verdant  meadows  flow. 

3  Safe  the  dreary  vale  I  tread. 

By  the  shades  of  death  o'erspread. 
With  thy  rod  and  staff  supplied, 
This  my  guard — and  that  my  guide. 

Mekrick. 
979  8S&7S. 

1  /^NWARD,  Christian,  though  the 
V-X  region 

Where  thou  art  be  drear  and  lone ; 
God  has  set  a  guardian  legion 
Very  near  thee  ;  press  thou  on. 

2  Listen,  Christian  ;  their  hosanna 

.Rolleth  o'er  thee  :  "God  is  love," 
Write  upon  thy  red-cross  banner, 
"  Upward  ever ;  heaven 's  above." 

3  By  the  thorn-road,  and  none  other. 

Is  the  mount  of  vision  won  ; 
Tread  it  without  shrinking,  brother ; 
Jesus  trod  it;  press  thou  on. 


4  Be  this  world  the  wiser,  stronger, 

For  thy  life  of  pain  and  peace, 

While  it  needs  thee  ;  oh  !  no  longer 

Pray  thou  for  thy  quick  release. 

5  Pray  thou,  Christian,  daily  rather, 

That  thou  be  a  faithful  son ; 
By  the  prayer  of  Jesus,  "  Father, 
Not  my  will,  but  thine,  be  done." 

Johnson. 

980  8S&7S. 

ESUS  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 
Of  our  life's  wild  restless  sea, 
Day  by  day  his  sweet  voice  soundeth, 
Saying,  "  Christian,  follow  me." 

2  Jesus  calls  us — from  the  worship 

Of  the  vain  world's  golden  store, 
From  each  idol  that  would  keep  us — 
Saying,  "Christian,  love  me  more." 

3  In  our  joys  and  in  our  sorrows. 

Days  of  toil,  and  hours  of  ease, 
Still  he  calls,  in  cares  and  pleasures, 
"  Christian,    love    me    more    than 
these." 


98 


8s  &  7s. 

1  T)ILGRIMS  in  this  vale  of  sorrow, 
XT       Pressing  onward  to  the  prize. 

Strength  and  comfort  here  we  borrow 
From  the  Hand  that  rules  the  skies. 

2  'Mid  these  scenes  of  self-denial, 

We  are  called  the  race  to  run  ; 
We  must  meet  full  many  a  trial 
Ere  the  victor's  crown  is  won. 

3  Love  shall  every  conflict  lighten, 

Hope  shall  urge  us  swifter  on. 
Faith  shall  every  prospect  brighten. 
Till  the  morn  of  heaven  shall  dawn. 

Hastings. 


AFFLICTIONS    AND    ENCOURAGEMENTS. 


305 


J. 


98 


8s&7s. 

1  I  ESUS  only,  when  the  morning 
Beams  upon  the  path  I  tread; 

Jesus  only,  when  the  darkness 
Gathers  round  my  weary  head. 

2  Jesus  onh',  when  the  billows 

Cold  and  sullen  o'er  me  roll ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  trumpet 

Rends  the  tomb  and  wakes  the  soul. 

3  Jesus  only,  when  in  judgment 

Boding  fears  my  heart  appall ; 
Jesus  only,  when  the  wretched 
On  the  rocks  and  mountains  call. 

4  Jesus  only,  when,  adoring, 

Saints  their  crowns  before  him  bring ; 
Jesus  onl}',  I  will,  joyous, 
Through  eternal  ages  sing. 

Nason. 


98 


L.  M.    6  1. 


1  "^T  THEN  gathering,  clouds  around 

V  V  I  view, 

And  days  are  dark,  and  friends  are  few, 
On  him  I  lean,  who  not  in  vain. 
Experienced  every  human  pain  ; 
He  sees  ray  wants,  allays  my  fears. 
And  counts  and  treasures  up  my  tears. 

2  If  aught  should  tempt  my  soul  to  stray 
From  heavenly  wisdom's  narrow  way. 
To  fly  the  good  I  would  pursue. 

Or  do  the  ill  I  would  not  do  ; 

Still,  he  who  felt  temptation's  power. 

Will  guard  me  in  that  dangerous  hour. 

3  If  wounded  love  my  bosom  swell. 
Deceived  by  those  I  prized  too  well  ; 
He  shall  his  pitying  aid  bestow. 
Who  felt  on  earth  severer  woe  ; 


At  once  betrayed,  denied,  or  fled, 
By  those  who  shared  his  daily  bread. 

4  When  sorrowing  o'er  some  stone  I  bend. 
Which  covers  what  was  once  a  friend, 
And  from  his  voice,  his  hand,  his  smile. 
Divides  me  for  a  little  while ; 

Thou,  Saviour,  mark'st  the  tears  I  shed. 
For   thou    didst   weep   o'er    Lazarus 
dead ! 

5  And  oh  !  when  I  have  safely  past 
Through  every  conflict  but  the  last  ;• 
Still,  still  unchanging,  watch  beside 
My  painful  bed,  for  thou  hast  died  ! 
Then  point  to  realms  of  cloudless  daj-,, 
And  wipe  the  latest  tear  away  ! 

Robert  Grant. 


984 


L.  M.    6  1. 

1  AS  oft,  with  worn  and  wear}'  feet, 
X~\     We  tread  earth's  rugged  valley 

o'er. 
The    thought  —  how    comforting   and 
sweet ! 
Christ  trod  this  very  path  before  ! 
Our  wants  and  weaknesses  he  knows, 
From  life's  first  dawning  to  its  close. 

2  Do  sickness,  feebleness,  or  pain, 

Or  sorrow  in  our  path  appear, 
The  recollection  will  remain, 

More  deeply  did  he  suffer  here ! 
His  life,  how  truly  sad  and  brief, 
Filled  up  with  suff'ring  and  with  grief!' 

3  If  Satan  tempt  our  hearts  to  stray. 

And  whisper  evil  things  within, 
So  did  he,  in  the  desert  way. 

Assail  our  Lord  with  thoughts  of  sin  ; 


306 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


When  worn,  and  in  a  feeble  hour, 
The  tempter  came  with  all  his  power. 

4  Just  such  as  I,  this  earth  he  trod, 
With  every  human  ill  but  sin  ; 
And,  though  indeed  the  very  God, 

As  I  am  now,  so  he  has  been. 
My  God,  my  Saviour,  look  on  me 
With  pity,  love,  and  sympathy. 


WiLBERFORCE. 


98 


5  L.  M. 

'  ITH  tearful  eyes  I  look  around  ; 
Life  seems  a  dark  and  stormy 
sea ; 
Yet  midst  the  gloom  I  hear  a  sound, 
A  heavenly  whisper,  Come  to  me ! 

2  It  tells  me  of  a  place  of  rest ; 

It  tells  me  where  my  soul  may  flee  : 
Oh  !  to  the  weary,  faint,  opprest. 
How  sweet  the  bidding,  Come  to  me  ! 

3  When   the   poor   heart   with    anguish 

learns 
That  earthly  props  resigned  must  be. 
And  from  each  broken  cistern  turns. 
It  hears  the  accents.  Come  to  me ! 

4  When  nature  shudders,  loth  to  part 

From  all  I  love,  enjoy,  and  see  ; 
When  a  faint  chill  steals  o'er  my  heart, 
A  sweet  voice  utters.  Come  to  me  I 

5  Come,  for  all  else  must  foil  and  die  ; 

Earth  is  no  resting-place  for  thee  ; 

Heavenward  direct  thy  weeping  eye  ; 

I  am  thy  Portion  ;  Come  to  me  ! 

6  O  voice  of  mercy,  voice  of  love  ! 

In  conflict,  grief,  and  agony. 
Support  me,  cheer  me  from  above. 
And  gently  whisper,  Come  to  me! 

Hugh  White. 


986 


L.  M. 

Y  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 
Far  from   my  home,  on  life's 
rough  way. 
Oh,  teach  me  from  my  heart  to  say, 
"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !  " 

What  though  in  lonely  grief  I  sigh 
For  friends  beloved  no  longer  nigh  ; 
Submissive  still  would  I  reply, 
"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !  '^ 

If  thou  shouldst  call  me  to  resign 
What    most    I    prize,  —  it    ne'er    was 

mine ; 
I  only  yield  thee  what  was  thine  : 
"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !  " 

If  but  my  fainting  heart  be  blest 
With  thy  sweet  Spirit  for  its  guest. 
My  God,  to  thee  I  leave  the  rest ; 
"  Thy  will  be  done,  thy  will  be  done  !  " 

C.  Elliott. 

987  L.M. 

THE  billows  swell,  the  winds  are 
high, 
Clouds  overcast  my  wintry  sky  ; 
Out  of  the  depths  to  thee  I  call ; 
My   fears   are   great,  my   strength   is 
small. 

Amidst  the  roaring  of  the  sea. 
My  soul  still  hangs  her  hopes  on  thee; 
Thy  constant  love,  thy  faithful  care, 
Is  all  that  saves  me  from  despair. 

Though  tempest-tost,  and  half  a  wreck, 
My  Saviour  through  the  floods  I  seek : 
Let  neither  winds  nor  stormy  main 
Force  back  my  shattered  bark  again  ! 


AFFLICTIONS    AND    ENCOURAGEMENTS. 


307 


4  O  Lord,  the  pilot's  part  perforin, 
And  guide  and  guard  mc  through  the 

storm  ; 
Defend  me  from  each  threatening  ill ; 
Control  the  waves  ;  say,  "  Peace  !  be 

still.  COWPER. 


988 


L.  M. 

1  f~^\  H,  deem  not  they  are  blest  alone, 
V_^     Whose  lives  a  peaceful  tenor 

keep : 
For  God,  who  pities  man,  hath  shown 
A  blessing  for  the  eyes  that  weep. 

2  The  light  of  smiles  shall  fill  again 

The  lids  that  overflow  with  tears  ; 
And  weary  hours  of  woe  and  pain 
Are  promises  of  happier  years. 

3  There  is  a  day  of  sunny  rest 

For  every  dark  and  troubled  night; 
And  grief  may  bide  an  evening  guest. 
But  joy  shall  come  with  early  light. 

4  Nor  let  the  good  man's  trust  depart, 

Though  life  its  common  gifts  deny ; 

The'  with  a  pierced  and  broken  heart. 

And  spurned  of  men,  he  goes  to  die. 

5  For  God  has  marked   each  sorrowing 

day. 
And  numbered  every  secret  tear, 
And  heaven's   long  age  of  bliss   shall 


pay 
For  all  his  children  suffer  here. 


I 


989 


Bryant. 


L.  M. 


BLESS    thee.    Lord,  for    sorrows 
sent 

To  break  the  dream  of  human  power. 
For  now,  my  shallow  cistern  spent, 
I  find  thy  fount,  and  thirst  no  more. 


2  I  take  thy  hand,  and  fears  are  still ; 

Behold  thy  face,  and  doubts  remove  ; 

Who  would  not  yield  his  wavering  will 

To  perfect  truth  and  boundless  love  ! 

3  That  truth  gives  promise  of  a  dawn. 

Beneath  whose  light  I  am  to  see, 

When  all  these  blinding  vails  are  drawn, 

This  was  the  wisest  path  for  me. 


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990  L.  M. 

^HY  will  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 
The  fate  provided  by  thy  love ; 
Though  clouds   and  darkness  shroud 
me  here, 
I  know  that  all  is  bright  above. 

2  The  stars  of  heaven  are  shining  on. 

Though  these  frail  eyes  are  dimmed 
with  tears ; 
The  hopes  of  earth  indeed  are  gone, 
But  are  not  ours  the  immortal  years? 

3  Father  !  forgive  the  heart  that  clings, 

Thus    trembling,    to    the   things   of 
time  ; 
And  bid  my  soul,  on  angel  wings. 
Ascend  into  a  purer  clime. 

J.  ROSCOE. 

991  CM. 

1  f~^  LORD  !  my  best  desires  fulfill, 
V^     And  help  me  to  resign 

Life,  health,  and  comfort  to  thy  will. 
And  make  thy  pleasure  mine.  ; 

2  Why  should  I  shrink  at  thy  command, ' 

Whose  love  forbids  my  fears  .-' 
Or  tremble  at  the  gracious  hand 
That  wipes  away  my  tears  ? 


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o 


3  No  !  rather  let  me  freely  yield 

What  most  I  prize,  to  thee 
Who  never  hast  a  good  withheld, 
Or  wilt  withhold,  from  me. 

4  Thy  favor,  all  my  journey  through. 

Thou  art  engaged  to  grant  : 
What  else  I  want,  or  think  I  do, 
'Tis  better  still  to  want. 

COWPER. 

992  C.  M. 

LORD  !  I  would  delight  in  thee, 
And  on  thy  care  depend  ; 
To  thee  in  every  trouble  flee. 
My  best,  my  only  Friend. 

2  When  all  created  streams  are  dried, 

Thy  fullness  is  the  same ; 
May  I  with  this  be  satisfied, 
And  glory  in  thy  name  ! 

3  No  good  in  creatures  can  be  found. 

But  may  be  found  in  thee  ; 
I  must  have  all  things,  and  abound. 
While  God  is  God  to  me. 

4  He  that  has  made  my  heaven  secure. 

Will  here  all  good  provide  ; 
While  Christ  is  rich,  can  I  be  poor? 
What  can  I  want  beside  ? 

5  O  Lord  !  I  cast  my  care  on  thee ; 

I  triumph  and  adore; 
Henceforth  mv  jrreat  concern  shall  be 


To  love  and  please  thee  more. 


o 


993 


Ryland. 


C.  M. 


THOU,  who  driest  the  mourner's 
tear, 

How  dark  this  world  would  be. 
If,  when  deceived  and  wounded  here, 
We  could  not  fly  to  thee  ! 


2  The  friends,  who  in  our  sunshine  live, 

When  winter  comes  are  flown  ; 
And  he  who  has  but  tears  to  give,       | 
Must  weep  those  tears  alone.  -I 

3  But  thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart,    1 

Which,  like  the  plants  that  throw 
Their  fragrance  from  the  wounded  part,. 
Breathes  sweetness  out  of  woe.         I 

4  When  joy  no  longer  soothes  or  cheers, 

And  e'en  the  hope  that  threw 

A  moment's  sparkle  o'er  our  tears 

Is  dimmed  and  vanished  too  ; 

5  Oh,  who  could  bear  life's  stormy  doom, 

Did  not  thy  wing  of  love 
Come,  brightly  wafting  thro'  the  gloom 
Our  peace-branch  from  above  : 

6  Then  sorrow,  touched  by  thee,  grows 

bright, 
With  more  than  rapture's  ray ; 
As  darkness  shows  us  worlds  of  light 
We  never  saw  by  day. 

Moore. 

994-  CM. 

THOU,  from  whom  all  goodness 
flows, 

I  lift  my  heart  to  thee ; 
In  all  my  sorrows,  conflicts,  woes, 
Dear  Lord,  remember  me  ! 

2  When  groaning  on  my  burdened  heart 

My  sins  lie  heavily, 
My  pardon  speak,  new  peace  impart, 
In  love  remember  me  ! 

3  Temptations  sore  obstruct  my  way  ; 

And  ills  I  cannot  flee : 
Oh,  give  me  strength,  Lord,  as  my  day ; 
For  jrood  remember  me  ! 


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4  Distresc  in  pain,  disease,  and  grief, 

This  feeble  body  see  ! 
Grant  patience,  rest,  and  kind  relief; 
Hear,  and  remember  me ! 

5  If  on  my  face,  for  thy  dear  Name, 

Shame  and  reproaches  be  ; 
All  hail  reproach,  and  welcome  shame. 
If  thou  remember  me  ! 

6  The  hour  is  near ;  consigned  to  death 

I  own  the  just  decree  : 
"  Saviour !"  with  my  last  parting  breath, 
I'll  cry,  "  Remember  me  !" 

Thomas  Havveis. 

995  c.  M. 

1  /'~\  NE  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in 
V_^         one — 

When  I  am  wholly  thine  ; 
Thy  will,  my  God,  thy  will  be  done, 
And  let  that  will  be  mine. 

2  All-wise,  almighty,  and  all-good, 

In  thee  I  firmly  trust ; 
Thy  ways,  unknown  or  understood, 
Are  merciful  and  just. 

3  May  I  remember  that  to  thee 

Whate'er  I  have  I  owe ; 
And  back,  in  gratitude,  from  me 
May  all  thy  bounties  flow. 

4  And  though  thy  wisdom  takes  away, 

Shall  I  arraign  thy  will  ? 
No,  let  me  bless  thy  name,  and  say, 
"The  Lord  is  gracious  still." 

5  A  pilgrim  through  the  earth  I  roam, 

Of  nothing  long  possessed  ; 
And  all  must  fail  when  I  go  home. 
For  this  is  not  my  rest. 

Montgomery. 


996 


C.  M. 

1  T  N  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God, 

X      Thy  smile  hath  cheered  my  way  ; 
And  joy  hath  budded  from  each  thorn 
That  round  my  footsteps  lay. 

2  The  hours  of  pain  have  yielded  good, 

Which  prosperous  days  refused  ; 
As  herbs,  though  scentless  when  en- 
tire. 

Spread     fragrance    when     they  're 
bruised. 

3  The  oak  strikes  deeper,  as  its  boughs 

By  furious  blasts  are  driven  ; 
So  life's  tempestuous  storms  the  more 
Have  fixed  my  heart  in  heaven. 

4  All-gracious  Lord,  whate'er  my  lot 

In  other  times  may  be, 
I'll  welcome  still  the  heaviest  grief 
That  brings  me  near  to  thee. 


997  c.  M. 

1  T^ATHER!  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 
X         Thy  sovereign  will  denies, 

Accepted  at  thy  throne  of  grace, 
Let  this  petition  rise  : — 

2  "  Give  me  a  calm,  a  thankful  heart, 

From  every  murmur  free  ! 
The  blessings  of  thy  grace  impart, 
And  make  me  live  to  thee. 

3  "Let   the    sweet   hope  that  thou    art 

mine 
My  life  and  death  attend ; 
Thy  presence  thro'  my  journey  shine. 
And  crown  my  journey's  end." 

Steele, 


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"R^ 


998 


C.  M. 
I  EM  EMBER  me,"   my    Saviour 
God, 

Whilst  liere  on  earth  I  stay ; 
Give  strength  to  bear  affliction's  rod. 
And  faith  to  watch  and  pray. 

2  "  Remember  me,"  when  fortune  smiles. 

And  scenes  are  bright  and  fair, 
Lest  I  should  fall,  through  Satan's  wiles, 
Beneath  his  baneful  snare. 

3  "  Remember  me  ;  "  thy  voice  I'll  greet 

In  all  thy  dealings  here  ; 
Oh,  let  thy  Spirit  guide  my  feet. 
And  I  shall  never  fear. 

4  '•  Remember  me ;"  stand  near  my  side. 

Where'er  my  lot  may  be  ; 
And  when  by  Jordan's  swelling  tide, 
O  Lord,  "remember  me." 


■w 


999  CM. 

H  EN  musing  sorrow  weeps  the 
past, 

And  mourns  the  present  pain, 
'Tis  sweet  to  think  of  peace  at  last. 
And  feel  that  death  is  gain. 

2  'Tis  not  that  murmuring  thoughts  arise, 

And  dread  a  Father's  will ; 
'Tis  not  that  meek  submission  flies. 
And  would  not  suffer  still. 

3  It  is  that  heaven-born  faith  surveys 

The  path  that  leads  to  light. 
And  longs  her  eagle  plumes  to  raise. 
And  lose  herself  in  sight. 

4  Oh,  let  me  wing  my  hallowed  flight 

From  earth-born  woe  and  care. 
And  soar  above  these  clouds  of  night. 
My  Saviour's  bliss  to  share. 

B.  W.  Noel. 


1000  c.M. 

1  f~^\  H,  help  us,  Lord  !    each  hour  of 
V^         need 

Thy  heavenly  succor  give  ; 
Help  us  in  thought,  and  word,  and  deed, 
Each  hour  on  earth  we  live. 

2  Oh,  help  us,  when  our  spirits  bleed 

With  contrite  anguish  sore  ! 
And  when  our  hearts  are  cold  and  dead, 
Oh,  help  us.  Lord,  the  more  ! 

3  Oh,  help  us,  Father,  from  on  high, — 

We  know  no  help  but  thee  ! 
Oh,  help  us.  Lord,  to  live  and  die, 
And  thine  in  heaven  to  be ! 

MiLMAN. 

looi  c.M. 

HEN  languor  and  disease  in- 
vade 

This  trembling  house  of  clay, 
'Tis  sweet  to  look  beyond  the  cage. 
And  long  to  fly  away. 

2  Sweet  to  look  inward,  and  attend 

The  whispers  of  his  love  ; 
Sweet  to  look  upward  to  the  place 
Where  Jesus  pleads  above. 

3  Sweet  to  look  back,  and  see  my  name 

In  Life's  fair  book  set  down  ; 
Sweet  to  look  forward,  and  behold 
Eternal  joys  my  own. 

4  Sweet  to  reflect,  how  Grace  Divine 

My  sins  on  Jesus  laid  ; 
Sweet  to  remember  that  his  blood 
My  debt  of  sufferings  paid. 

5  Sweet  in  the  confidence  of  faith. 

To  trust  his  firm  decrees ; 


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Sweet  to  lie  passive  in  his  hand, 
And  know  no  will  but  his. 
6  If  such  the  sweetness  of  the  stream, 
What  must  the  Fountain  be, 
Where  saints   and   angels  draw  their 
bliss 
Immediately  from  thee  ! 


TOPLADY. 


I002 


H 


C.  M. 

OW   vain    are    all    things    here 
below  ! 

How  false,  and  yet  how  fair ! 
Each  pleasure  hath  its  poison,  too, 
And  every  sweet  a  snare. 

2  The  brightest  things  below  the  sky 

Give  but  a  flattering  light ; 
We  should  suspect  some  danger  nigh, 
Where  we  possess  delight. 

3  Our  dearest  joys,  and  nearest  friends, — 

The  partners  of  our  blood, 
How  they  divide  our  wavering  minds, 
And  leave  but  half  for  God  ! 

4  The  fondness  of  a  creature's  love. 

How  strong  it  strikes  the  sense  ! 
Thither  the  warm  affections  move, 
Nor  can  we  call  them  thence. 

5  Dear  Saviour  !  let  thy  beauties  be 

My  soul's  eternal  food  ; 
And  grace  command  my  heart  away 
From  all  created  good. 

Watts. 


1003  CM. 

HEN  waves   of  trouble  round 
me  swell, 
My  soul  is  not  dismay'd ; 
I  hear  a  voice  I  know  full  well, — 
"  'Tis  I :  be  not  afraid." 


'W 


2  When  black  the  threatening  skies  ap- 

pear 
And  storms  my  path  invade. 
Those  accents  tranquillize  each  fear, — 
"  'Tis  I  ;  be  not  afraid." 

3  There  is  a  gulf  that  must  be  cross'd  ; 

Saviour,  be  near  to  aid  ! 
Whisper,  when  my  frail  bark  is  toss'd, 
'•'  'Tis  I  ;  be  not  afraid." 

4  There  is  a  dark  and  fearful  vale. 

Death  hides  within  its  shade  ; 
Oh   say,    when   flesh  and  heart  shall 
fail,— 
"'Tis  I;  be  not  afraid." 

1004  CM. 

1  /CHILDREN  of  God,   who,    faint 
\^_y  and  slow. 

Your  pilgrim  path  pursue. 
In  strength  and  weakness,  joy  and  woe, 
To  God's  high  calling  true  ! — 

2  Why  move  ye  thus,  with  lingering  tread, 

A  doubting,  mournful  band  ? 
Why  faintly  hangs  the  drooping  head? 
Why  fails  the  feeble  hand  1 

3  Oh  !  weak  to  know  a  Saviour's  power, 

To  feel  a  Father's  care ; 
A  moment's  toil,  a  passing  shower, 
Is  all  the  grief  ye  share. 

4  The  orb  of  light,  though  clouds  awhile 

May  hide  his  noon-tide  ray, 
Shall  soon  in  lovelier  beauty  smile 
To  gild  the  closing  day, — 

5  And,  bursting  through  the  dusky  shroud 

That  dared  his  power  invest. 
Ride  throned  in  light  o'er  every  cloud, 
Triumphant  to  his  rest. 


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6  Then,  Christian,  dry  tiie  falling  tear. 
The  faithless  doubt  remove  ; 
Redeemed  at  last  from  guilt  and  fear, 
Oh  wake  thy  heart  to  love. 

BOWDLER. 

1005  c.M. 

1  T  ESUS,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 
I       For  human  ministry  ; 

It  knows  not  how  to  tell  itself 
To  any  but  to  thee. 

2  Thou  dost  remember  still,  amid 

The  glories  of  God's  throne. 
The  sorrows  of  mortality, — 
For  they  were  once  thine  own. 

3  Jesus  !  my  fainting  spirit  brings 

Its  fearfulness  to  thee  ! 
Thine  eye,  at  least,  can  penetrate 
The  clouded  mysterj'. 

4  It  is  enough,  my  precious  Lord, 

Thy  tender  sympathy  ! 
My  every  sin  and  sorrow  can 
Devolve  itself  on  thee. 

BONAR. 

1006  CM. 

ORD,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 
Whether  I  die  or  live  ; 
To  love  and  serve  thee  is  my  share, 
And  this  thy  grace  must  give. 

If  life  be  long,  I  will  be  glad 

That  I  may  long  obey  ; 
If  short,  yet  why  should  I  be  sad 

To  soar  to  endless  day  ? 
Christ   leads    me   through    no    darker 
rooms 

Than  he  went  through  before; 
He  that  into  God's  kingdom  comes 

Must  enter  by  this  door. 


E' 


Come,   Lord,  when  grace  hath  made 
me  meet 

Thy  blessed  face  to  see  ; 
For,  if  thy  work  on  earth  be  sweet, 

What  will  thy  glory  be  ? 

Baxter. 

1007  c.M. 

IF  God  is  mine,  then  present  things, 
And  things  to  come,  are  mine  ; 
Yea,  Christ,  his  word  and  Spirit  too, 

And  glory  all  divine. 
If  he  is  mine,  then  from  his  love. 

He  every  trouble  sends  ; 
All  things  are  working  for  my  good, 

And  bliss  his  rod  attends. 
If  he  is  mine,  I  need  not  fear 

The  rage  of  earth  and  hell  ; 
He  will  support  my  feeble  frame, 

Their  utmost  force  repel. 
If  he  is  mine,  let  friends  forsake — 

Let  wealth  and  honors  flee — 
Sure  he,  who  giveth  me  himself, 

Is  more  than  these  to  me. 
If  he  is  mine,  I'll  boldly  pass 

Through  death's  tremendous  vale ; 
He  is  a  solid  comfort,  when 

All  other  comforts  fail. 
Oh,  tell  me,  Lord  !  that  thou  art  mine; 

What  can  I  wish  beside  ? 
My  soul  shall  at  the  fountain  live, 

When  all  the  streams  are  dried. 

Beddome.     A/i. 

1008  CM. 

YE  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your 
fears ; 
Be  mercy  all  your  theme  ; 
Mercy,  which  like  a  river  flows 
In  one  continued  stream. 


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2  Fear  not  the  powers  of  earth  and  hell ; 

Goci  will  these  powers  restrain  ; 
His  mighty  arm  their  rage  repel, 
And  make  their  efforts  vain. 

3  Fear  not  that  he  will  e'er  forsake, 

Or  leave  his  work  undone  : 
He's  foithful  to  his  promises, 
And  foithful  to  his  Son. 

4  Fear  not  the  terrors  of  the  grave, 

Or  death's  tremendous  sting ; 
He  will  from  endless  wrath  preserve, 
To  endless  glory  bring. 

Beddome. 

ioo9  c.  M. 

1  OING,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord, 
v^     Your  great  Deliverer  sing  : 
Pilgrims  for  Zion's  city  bound, 

Be  joyful  in  your  King. 

2  A  hand  divine  shall  lead  you  on 

Through  all  the  blissful  road  ; 
Till  to  the  sacred  mount  you  rise, 
And  see  your  gracious  God. 

3  There  garlands  of  immortal  joy 

Shall  bloom  on  every  head  ; 
While  sorrow,  sighing,  and  distress. 
Like  shadows  all  are  fled. 

4  March  on  in  your  Redeemer's  strength ; 

Pursue  his  footsteps  still  \ 
And  let  the  prospect  cheer  your  eye 
While  laboring  up  the  hill 


Doddridge. 


lOIO 


I    f~^  IVE  to  the  wine 
V_T     Hope,  and  be 


S.  M. 
ids  thy  fears  ; 
Lope,  and  be  undismay'd  ; 
God  hears  thy  sighs,  and  counts  thy 
tears, 
God  shall  lift  up  thy  head. 


2  Through  waves,  through    clouds  and 

storms. 
He  gently  clears  thy  way; 
Wait  thou  his  time  ;  so  shall  this  night 
Soon  end  in  joyous  day. 

3  Still  heavy  is  thy  heart  ? 

Still  sink  thy  spirits  down  ? 
Cast  off  the  weight,  let  fear  depart. 
Bid  every  care  be  gone. 

4  What  though  thou  rulest  not ! 

Yet  heaven,  and  earth,  and  hell 
Proclaim,  God  sitteth  on  the  throne. 
And  ruleth  all  things  well. 

Gerhard. 

lO^I  S.M. 

1  T  F,  through  unruffled  seas, 

X      Toward  heaven  we  calmly  sail ; 
With  grateful  hearts,  O  God,  to  thee, 
We'll  own  the  favoring  gale. 

2  But  should  the  surges  rise. 

And  rest  delay  to  come, 
Blest  be  the  sorrow — kind  the  storm. 
Which  drives  us  nearer  home. 

3  Soon  shall  our  doubts  and  fears 

All  yield  to  thy  control : 
Thy  tender  mercies  shall  illume 
The  midnight  of  the  soul. 

4  Teach  us,  in  every  state. 

To  make  thy  will  our  own  ; 
And  when  the  joys  of  sense  depart, 
To  live  by  faith  alone. 

IOI2  S.M. 

I   T  T  /"HERE  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust? 
V  V      In  a  frail  form  of  claj', 
That  to  its  element  of  dust 
Must  soon  resolve  away? 


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2  Where  wilt  thou  cast  thy  care  ? 

Upon  an  erring  heart, 
Whicli  hath  its  own  sore  ills  to  bear, 
And  shrinks  from  sorrow's  dart  ? 

3  No  !  place  thy  trust  above 

This  shadowy  realm  of  night, 
In  him,  whose  boundless  power  and 
love 
Thy  confidence  invite. 

4  His  mercies  still  endure 

When  skies  and  stars  grow  dim, 
His  changeless  promise  standeth  sure. 
Go, — cast  thy  care  on  him. 

Mrs.  Sicouenet. 

1013  S.M. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  Lord  himself  will  keep 

X        His  people  safe  from  harm  ; 
Will  hold  the  helm,  and  guide  the  ship. 
With  his  almighty  arm. 

2  Then  let  the  tempest  roar, 

The  billows  heave  and  swell ; 
We  hope  to  reach  the  peaceful  shore 
Where  all  the  ransomed  dwell. 

3  And  when  we  gain  the  land. 

How  happy  shall  we  be  ! 
How  shall  we  bless  the  mighty  hand 
That  led  us  through  the  sea ! 

1014  S.M. 

1  '\7"0UR  harps,  ye  trembling  saints, 

X        Down  from  the  willows  take  : 
Loud  to  the  praise  of  Love  divine 
Bid  every  string  awake. 

2  Though  in  a  foreign  land, 

We  are  not  far  from  home, 


And  nearer  to  our  house  above 
We  every  moment  come. 

3  His  grace  will  to  the  end 

Stronger  and  brighter  shine. 
Nor  present  things,  nor  things  to  come, 
Shall  quench  the  spark  divine. 

4  When  we  in  darkness  walk, 

Nor  feel  the  heavenly  flame. 
Then  is  the  time  to  trust  our  God, 
And  rest  upon  his  name. 

5  Blest  is  the  man,  O  God, 

That  stays  himself  on  thee! 
Who  waits  for  thy  salvation,  Lord, 
Shall  thy  salvation  see. 


IOI5 


TOPLADY. 


S.M. 


1  I  ^AR  from  my  heavenly  home, 
X         Far  from  my  Father's  breast, 

Fainting  I  cry,  "  Blest  Spirit,  come, 
And  speed  me  to  thy  rest ! " 

2  Upon  the  willows  long 

My  harp  had  silent  hung : 
How  should  I  sing  a  cheerful  song 
Till  thou  inspire  my  tongue  ? 

3  My  spirit  homeward  turns, 

And  fain  would  thither  flee  ; 
My  heart,  O  Zion,  droops  and  yearns, 
When  I  remember  thee. 

4  To  thee,  to  thee  I  press, 

A  dark  and  toilsome  road  : 
When  shall  I  pass  the  wilderness 
And  reach  the  saints'  abode? 

5  God  of  my  life,  be  near  ! 

On  thee  my  hopes  I  cast ; 
Oh  guide  me  through  the  desert  here. 
And  bring  me  home  at  last. 

Lyte. 


AFFLICTIONS    AND    ENCOURAGEMENTS. 


315. 


Y  soul,  with  joy  attend, 

While  Jesus  silence  breaks ; 
No  angel's  harp  such  music  yields, 
As  what  my  Shepherd  speaks. 


M 


2  "  I  know  my  sheejD,"  he  cries ; 

"  My  soul  approves  them  well : 
Vain  is  the  world's  delusive  guise. 
And  vain  the  rage  of  hell. 

3  "  I  freely  feed  them  now 

With  tokens  of  my  love  ; 
But  richer  pastures  I  prepare, 
And  sweeter  streams,  above. 

4  "  Unnumbered  years  of  bliss 

I  to  my  people  give  ; 
And  while  my  throne  unshaken  stands 
Shall  all  my  chosen  live. 

5  "  This  tried,  almighty  hand 

Is  raised  for  their  defence  ; 
Where  is  the  power  shall  reach  them 
there. 
Or  what  shall  force  them  thence? " 


Doddridge. 


1017 


)S  &4s. 


I      1\  /r  Y  idji\\\  looks  up  to  thee, 
J.VX    Thou  Lamb  of  Calvary, 

Saviour  divine  ! 
Now  hear  me  while  I  pray, 
Take  all  my  guilt  away. 
Oh,  let  me  from  this  day 

Be  wholly  thine. 

2  May  thy  rich  grace  impart 
Strength  to  ray  fainting  heart ; 
My  zeal  inspire  ; 


As  thou  hast  died  for  me, 
Oh,  may  my  love  to  thee 
Pure,  warm,  and  changeless  be, 
A  living  fire. 

3  While  life's  dark  maze  I  tread, 
And  griefs  around  me  spread. 

Be  thou  my  guide; 
Bid  darkness  turn  to  day, 
Wipe  sorrow's  tears  away, 
Nor  let  me  ever  stray 

From  thee  aside. 

4  When  ends  life's  transient  dream. 
When  death's  cold,  sullen  stream 

Shall  o'er  me  roll. 
Blest  Saviour !  then,  in  love. 
Fear  and  distrust  remove ; 
Oh,  bear  me  safe  above, 

A  ransomed  soul !  R^y  Palmer. 


IO18 


6s  &  4s. 


1  QAVIOUR,  I  look  to  thee, 
»0   Be  not  thou  far  from  me, 

'Mid  storms  that  lower  : 
On  me  thy  care  bestow. 
Thy  loving-kindness  show. 
Thine  arms  around  me  throw. 

This  trying  hour. 

2  Saviour,  I  look  to  thee. 
Feeble  as  infancy, 

Gird  up  my  heart : 
Author  of  life  and  light, 
Thou  hast  an  arm  of  might, 
Thine  is  the  sovereign  right, 

Thy  strength  impart. 

3  Saviour,  I  look  to  thee, 
Let  me  thy  fullness  see, 

Save  me  from  fear  ; 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


While  at  thy  cross  I  kneel, 
All  my  backslidings  heal, 
And  a  free  pardon  seal. 

My  soul  to  cheer. 
4  Saviour,  I  look  to  thee, 
Thine  shall  the  glory  be, 

Hearer  of  prayer  : 
Thou  art  my  only  aid, 
On  thee  my  soul  is  stayed. 
Naught  can  my  heart  invade, 

While  thou  art  near. 

Hastings. 

IOI9  73.   D. 

HEN,  along  life's  thorny  road. 
Faints  the  soul   beneath   the 
load. 
By  its  cares  and  sins  oppressed. 
Finds  on  earth  no  peace  or  rest ; 
When  the  wily  tempter  's  near. 
Filling  us  with  doubts  and  fear, — 
Jesus,  to  thy  feet  we  flee, 
Jesus,  we  will  look  to  thee. 

2  Thou,  our  Saviour,  from  the  throne 
List'nest  to  thy  people's  moan  ; 
Thou,  the  living  Head,  dost  share 
Ev'ry  pang  thy  members  bear : 
Full  of  tenderness  thou  art. 

Thou  wilt  heal  the  broken  heart ; 
Full  of  pow'r,  thine  arm  shall  quell 
All  the  rage  and  might  of  hell. 

3  Mighty  to  redeem  and  save. 
Thou  hast  overcome  the  grave  ; 
Thou  the  bars  of  death  hast  riv'n, 
Open'd  wide  the  gate  of  heav'n  : 
Soon  in  glory  thou  shalt  come, 
Taking  thy  poor  pilgrims  home ; 
Jesus,  then  we  all  shall  be 

Ever,  ever,  Lord,  with  thee. 


'W^ 


1020        73,,  D. 

HEN  our  heads  are  bowed  with 
woe, 

When  our  bitter  tears  o'erflow, 
When  we  mourn  the  lost,  the  dear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 
Thou  our  throbbing  flesh  hast  worn. 
Thou  our  mortal  griefs  hast  borne, 
Thou  hast  shed  the  human  tear  : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 

2  When  the  solemn  death-bell  tolls 
For  our  own  departing  souls. 
When  our  final  doom  is  near, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear ! 
Thou  hast  bowed  the  dying  head, 
Thou  the  blood  of  life  hast  shed, 
Thou  hast  filled  a  mortal  bier : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

3  When  the  heart  is  sad  within 
With  the  thought  of  all  its  sin, 
When  the  spirit  shrinks  with  fear, 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 

Thou,  the  shame,  the  grief  hast  known  ; 
Though  the  sins  were  not  thine  own, 
Thou  hast  deigned  their  load  to  bear : 
Gracious  Son  of  Mary,  hear  ! 


Heber. 


I02I 


7s.   D. 


J 


ESUS,  grant  me  this  I  pray, 
Ever  in  thy  heart  to  stay  ; 

Let  me  evermore  abide 
Hidden  in  thy  wounded  side. 
If  the  evil  one  prepare, 
Or  the  world,  a  tempting  snare, 
I  am  safe  when  I  abide 
In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 


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317 


2  If  the  flesh,  more  dangerous  still, 
Tempt  my  soul  to  deeds  of  ill, 
Naught  I  fear  when  I  abide 
In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 
Death  will  come  one  day  to  me  ; 
Jesus,  cast  me  not  from  thee  : 
Dying  let  me  still  abide 
In  thy  heart  and  wounded  side. 


I022      8s  cSc  7s.    D. 
LL  is  dying  ;  hearts  are  breaking 
Which   to    ours   were    closely 
bound  ; 
And  the  lips  have  ceased  from  speak- 


'A 


Which    once     uttered    such     sweet 
sound  ; 
And  the  arms  are  powerless  lying, 

Which  were  our  support  and  stay ; 
And  the  eyes  are  dim  and  dying, 
Which  once  watched  us  night  and 
day. 

2  Everything  we  love  and  cherish 

Hastens  onward  to  the  grave  ; 
Earthly  joys  and  pleasures  perish, 

And  whate'er  the  world  e'er  gave  : 
All  is  fading,  all  is  fleeing ; 

Earthly  flames  must  cease  to  glow. 
Earthly  beings  cease  from  being. 

Earthly  blossoms  cease  to  blow. 

3  Yet  unchanged  while  all  decayeth, 

Jesus  stands  upon  the  dust ; 
Lean  on  me  alone,  he  sayeth ; 

Hope  and  love,  and  firmly  trust! 
Oh,  abide,  abide  with  Jesus, 

Who  himself  forever  lives. 
Who  from  death  eternal  frees  us, 

Yea,  who  life  eternal  gives  ! 


^023      8s&7s.    D. 

1  ^~^  ENTLY,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 
V_J     Through   this  gloomy  vale  of 

tears  ; 
Through  the  changes  thou  'st  decreed 
us. 
Till  our  last  great  change  appears. 
When  temptation's  darts  assail  us, 
When  in  devious  paths  we  stray, 
Let  thy  goodness  never  fail  us, 
Lead  us  in  thy  perfect  way. 

2  In  the  hour  of  pain  and  anguish. 

In  the  hour  when  death  draws  near. 
Suffer  not  our  hearts  to  languish. 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  fear. 
When  this  mortal  life  is  ended, 

Bid  us  in  thine  arms  to  rest. 
Till,  by  angel-bands  attended. 

We  awake  among  the  blest. 

Hastings. 

^0^4      8s,  7S&4S. 
ESUS,  I  am  never  wear\', 

When  upon  the  bed  of  pain  ; 
If  thy  presence  only  cheer  me. 
All  my  loss  I  count  but  gain  : 

Ever  near  me — 
Ever  near  me.  Lord,  remain  ! 

2  Dear  ones  come  with  fruit  and  flowers. 

Thus  to  cheer  my  heart  the  while 
In  the  deeply  anxious  hours ; — 
But  it  is  not  Jesus'  smile  ! 

Only  Jesus 
Can  my  trembling  fears  beguile. 

3  Dearest  Saviour !  go  not  from  me  ; 

Let  thy  presence  still  abide : 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


Look  in  tenderest  love  upon  me — 
As  I'm  nestling  in  thy  side : 

Dearest  Saviour  ! — 
Who  for  suffering  sinners  died. 
4  Both  mine  arms  I'll  clasp  around  thee, 
And  my  head  upon  thy  breast ; 
For  my  weary  soul  has  found  thee 
Such  a  perfect,  perfect  rest. 

Dearest  Saviour, 
Now  I  know  that  I  am  blest ! 

^025      8s,7s,&4s. 

1  {~^  MY  soul,  what  means  this  sad- 
\^         ness  ? 

Wherefore  art  thou  thus  cast  down  ? 
Let  thy  grief  be  turned  to  gladness  ; 
Bid  thy  resdess  fears  be  gone ; 

Look  to  Jesus, 
And  rejoice  in  his  dear  Name. 

2  What  though   Satan's  strong  tempta- 

tions 
Vex  and  grieve  thee  day  by  day ; 
And  thy  sinful  inclinations 
Often  fill  thee  with  dismay ; 
Thou  shalt  conquer 
Through  the  Lamb's  redeeming  blood. 

3  Though  ten  thousand  ills  beset  thee 

From  without  and  from  within  ; 
Jesus  saith  he'll  ne'er  forget  thee, 

But  will  save  from  hell  and  sin ; 
He  is  faithful 
To  perform  his  gracious  word. 

4  Though  distresses  now  attend  thee, 

And  thou  tread'st  the  thorny  road. 
His  right  hand  shall  still  defend  thee  ; 

Soon  he'll  bring  thee  home  to  God  ; 
Therefore  praise  him, 
Praise  the  great  Redeemer's  name. 

Fawcett. 


1026 


I 


7s. 


N  the  hour  of  my  distress. 
When  temptations  me  oiDpress, 
And  when  I  my  sins  confess — 
Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

2  When  I  lie  within  my  bed. 
Sick  in  heart,  and  sick  in  head, 
And  with  doubts  disquieted — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

3  When  the  house  doth  sigh  and  weep, 
And  the  world  is  drowned  in  sleep, 
Yet  mine  eyes  the  watch  do  keep — 

Then,  sweet  Spidt,  comfort  me. 

4  When  the  tempter  me  pursueth. 
With  the  sins  of  all  my  youth. 
And  condemns  me  with  untruth — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

5  When  the  judgment  is  reveal'd, 
And  that  opened  which  was  seal'd, 
When  to  thee  I  have  appeal'd — 

Then,  sweet  Spirit,  comfort  me. 

Vaughn. 

1027        7s&ss.    P. 
I    T  N  the  dark  and  cloudy  day. 


When  earth's  riches  flee  away,    . 
And  the  last  hope  will  not  stay. 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

2  When  the  secret  idol's  gone 

That  my  poor  heart  yearned  upon, — 
Desolate,  bereft,  alone. 
Saviour,  comfort  me ! 

3  Thou,  who  wast  so  sorely  tried. 
In  the  darkness  crucified, 

Bid  me  in  thy  love  confide  ; 
Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 


AFFLICTIONS    AND    E  N  C  a  U  E  A  G  E  M  EN  T  S . 


319 


4  Comfort  me ;  I  am  cast  down 
By  my  heavenly  Father's  frown ; 
I  deserve  it  all,  I  own  : 

Saviour,  comfort  me  ! 

5  So  it  shall  be  good  for  me 
Much  afflicted  now  to  be, 
If  thou  wilt  but  tenderly. 

Saviour,  comfort  me ! 


■s 


I020        8s,  7s&4s. 

\VIOUR,    like   a  shepherd   lead 
us, 

Much  we  need  thy  tend'rest  care  ; 
In  thy  pleasant  pastures  feed  us. 
For  our  use  thy  folds  prepare. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  bought  us,  thine  we  are. 

2  We  are  thine,  do  thou  befriend  us. 

Be  the  Guardian  of  our  way ; 
Keep  thy  flock,  from  sin  defend  us, 
Seek  us  when  we  go  astra3\ 

BlessL'd  Jesus, 
Hear,  oh  hear  us,  when  we  pray. 

3  Thou  hast  promised  to  receive  us. 

Poor  and  sinful  though  we  be  ; 
Thou  hast  mercy  to  relieve  us, 

Grace  to  cleanse,  and  power  to  free. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
We  will  early  turn  to  thee. 

4  Early  let  us  seek  thy  favor, 

Early  let  us  do  thy  will; 
Blessed  Lord  and  only  Saviour, 
With  thy  love  our  bosoms  fill. 

Blessed  Jesus, 
Thou  hast  loved  us,  love  us  still. 


1029        ss,7s&4s. 

1  /"^  UIDE  me,  O  thou  great  Jehovah, 
V_T     Pilgrim    through    this   barren 

land : 
I  am  weak,  but  thou  art  mighty. 
Hold  me  with  thy  powerful  hand; 

Bread  of  heaven, 
Feed  me  till  I  want  no  more. 

2  Open  thou  the  crystal  fountain 

Whence  the  healing  waters  flow ; 
Let  the  fiery,  cloudy  pillar. 

Lead  me  all  my  journey  through  ; 

Strong  Deliverer, 
Be  thou  still  my  strength  and  shield. 

3  When  I  tread  the  verge  of  Jordan, 

Bid  the  swelling  stream  divide  ; 
Death  of  death,  and  hell's  Destruction, 
Land  me  safe  on  Canaan's  side  ; 

Songs  of  praises 
I  will  ever  give  to  thee. 

Wm.  Williams. 


H 


1030       8S&7S.    D. 
OLY  Father,  thou  hast  taught 


I  should  live  to  thee  alone  ; 
Year  by  year  thy  hand  hath  brought  me 

On  through  dangers  oft  unknown. 
When  I  wandered,  thou  hast  found  me  ; 

When  I  doubted,  sent  me  light, 
Still  thine  arm  has  been  around  me, 

All  my  paths  were  in  thy  sight. 

In  the  world  will  foes  assail  me. 
Craftier,  stronger  far  than  I  ; 

And  the  strife  may  never  fail  me, 
Well  I  know,  before  I  die. 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


Therefore,  Lord,  I  come,  believing 
Thou  canst  give  the  power  I  need  ; 

Through  the  prayer  of  faith  receiving 
Strength — the   Spirit's    strength,  in- 
deed. 

3  I  would  trust  in  the  protecting, 

Wholly  rest  upon  thine  arm  ; 
Follow  wholly  thy  directing. 

Thou,  mine  only  guard  from  harm  ! 
Keep  me  from  mine  own  undoing, 

Help  me  turn  to  thee  when  tried, 
Still  my  footsteps,  Father,  viewing, 

Keep  me  ever  at  thy  side. 

^^3^  lOs&lls. 

1  T)EGONE,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is 

IJ  near. 

And  for  my  relief  will  surely  appear ; 
By  prayer  let  me  wrestle,  and  he  will 

perform  ; 
With  Christ  in  the  vessel,  I  smile  at 

the  storm. 

2  Though  dark  be  my  way,  since  he  is 

my  Guide, 

'Tis  mine  to  obey,  'tis  his  to  provide ; 

Though  cisterns  be  broken,  and  crea- 
tures all  fail. 

The  word  he  has  spoken  shall  surely 
prevail. 

3  Determined  to  save,  he  watched  o'er 

my  path. 
When,  Satan's  blind  slave,  I  sported 

with  death  ; 
And  can  he  have  taught  me  to  trust  in 

his  name. 
And  thus  far  have  brought  me  to  put 

me  to  shame  ? 


4  Since  all  that  I  meet  shall  work  for  my 

good, 
The  bitter  is  sweet,  the  medicine,  food; 
Though  painful  at  present,  'twill  cease 

before  long. 
And  then,  oh  how  pleasant  the  con- 


queror s  sonj 


Newton. 


^^3^  lOs&lls. 

1  'TpHOUGH  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we 

X  go  on  our  way  ■ 

The  Lord  is  our   Leader,  his  word  is 

our  stay ; 
Though    suffering,    and     sorrow,    and 

trial  be  near. 
The   Lord  is  our    Refuge,  and  whom 

can  we  fear  ? 

2  He  raiseth  the  fallen,  he  cheereth  the 

faint ; 
The  weak  and  oppressed,  he  will  hear 

their  complaint  ; 
The  way  may  be  weary,  and    thorny 

the  road. 
But  how  can  we  falter  ?  our  help  is  in 

God. 

3  And  to  his   green   pastures  our  foot- 

steps he  leads ; 
His  flock  in  the  desert  how  kindly  he 

feeds  ! 
The  lambs  in  his  bosom  he  tenderly 

bears. 
And   brings   back    the  wanderers  all 

safe  from  the  snares. 

4  Though  clouds  may  surround  us,  our 

God  is  our  Light ; 
Though  storms   rage  around  us,  our 
God  is  our  Might ; 


AFFLICTIONS    AND    ENCOURAGEMENTS. 


321 


So  faint,  yet  pursuing,  still  onward  we 

come ; 
The  Lord  is  our  Leader,  and  heaven 

is  our  home. 


H 


1033        ^  lis. 

OW  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints 
of  the  Lord, 
Is  laid   for  your  faith  in  his  excellent 

word  ; 
What  more  can  he  say  than  to  you  he 

hath  said, — 
To  you  who  for  refuge  to  Jesus  have 
fled? 

2  "  Fear  not,  I  am  with  thee,  oh,  be  not 

dismayed. 
For  I  am  thy  God,  I  will  still  give  thee 

aid  : 
I  will  strengthen  thee,  heljD  thee,  and 

cause  thee  to  stand. 
Upheld  by  my  righteous,  omnipotent 

hand. 

3  "  When  through  the  deep  waters  I  call 

thee  to  go. 

The  rivers  of  sorrow  shall  not  over- 
flow ; 

For  I  will  be  with  thee  thy  trials  to 
bless, 

And  sanctify  to  thee  thy  deepest  dis- 
tress. 

4  "  When  through  fiery  trials  thy  path- 

way shall  lie. 
My  grace,   all-sufficient,    shall  be  thy 

supply, 
The  flame  shall  not  hurt  thee  ;  I  only 

design 
Thy  dross  to  consume,  and  thy  gold  to 

refine. 

21 


5  "  E'en   down  to  old    age   my   people 

shall  prove 
My  sovereign,    eternal,  unchangeable 

love ; 
And  then,  when  gray  hairs  shall  their 

temples  adorn. 
Like  lambs  they  shall  still  in  my  bosom 

be  borne. 

6  "  The  soul  that  on  Jesus  hath  leaned 

for  repose, 

I  will  not — I  will  not  desert  to  his  foes  ; 

That  soul — though  all  hell  should  en- 
deavor to  shake, 

I'll  never — no  never — no  never  for- 
sake !  KiKKHA.M. 

1034  Hs. 

1  ''  I  ^HE   Lord   is   my   shepherd,    no 

X  want  shall  I  know,         A-f- 

I  feed  in  green  pastures,  safe-folded 
I  rest ; 
He   leadeth  my  soul   where  the   still 
waters  flow. 
Restores   me   when   wand'ring,    re- 
deems when  oppressed. 

2  Through   the   valley   and    shadow   of 

death,  though  I  stray, 
Since  thou  art  my  guardian,  no  evil 
I  fear ; 
Thy  rod  shall  defend  me,  thy  staff"  be 
my  stay ; 
No  harm  can  befall,  with  my  Com- 
forter near. 

3  In  the  midst  of  affliction  my  table  is 

spread ; 
With  blessings  unmeasured  my  cup 
runneth  o'er ; 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


With  perfume  and  oil  thou  anointest  j 

my  head  ;  j 

Oh  !  what  shall  I  ask  of  thy  provi-  j 

dence  more?  \ 

Montgomery. 

1035  lis. 

I    ONCE  was  a   stranger  to  grace 
and  to  God ; 
I  knew  not  my  danger,  and  felt  not  my 
load  ; 


1036  113. 

I  ^ipHOUGH    troubles    assail,    and 
J.  dangers  affright. 

Though   friends    should    all   fail,  and 

foes  all  unite, 
Yet   one    thing   secures  us,  whatever 

betide. 
The  Scripture  assures  us  the  Lord  will 
provide. 


Though  friends  spoke    in   rapture  of  I  2  No  strength  of  our  own,  no  goodness 


Christ  on  the  tree, 
Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  seemed  nothing 
to  me. 

2  When  free  grace  awoke   me  by  light 

from  on  high. 
Then  legal  fears  shook  me  ;  I  trembled 

to  die : 
No  refuge,    no   safety,    in   self  could 

I  see: 
Jehovah,  thou  only  my  Saviour  must  be  !  !  i 

! 

3  My   terrors    all   vanished    before   his 

sweet  name ; 

My  guilty  fears  banished,  with  bold- 
ness I  came 

To  drink  at  the  fountain,  so  copious 
and  free  : 

Jehovah,  my  Saviour,  is  all  things  to 
me. 


4  Jehovah,  the  Lord,  is  my  treasure  and 

boast ; 
Jehovah  my  Saviour,  I   ne'er  can   be 

lost: 
In  thee  I  shall  conquer,  by  flood  and 

by  field, 
Jehovah  my  anchor,  Jehovah  my  shield ! 

McCheyne. 


we  claim, 

Yet  since  we  have  known  the  Re- 
deemer's great  name. 

In  this  our  strong  tower  for  safety  we 
hide, — 

The  Lord  is  our  power,  the  Lord  will 
provide. 

^^Zl  7S&6S. 

RISE,  my  soul,    and   stretch   thy 
wings. 
Thy  better  portion  trace ; 
Rise  from  transitory  things 

Towards  heaven,  thy  native  place  : 
Sun,  and  moon,  and  stars  decay; 

Time  shall  soon  this  earth  remove ; 
Rise,  my  soul,  and  haste  away 
To  seats  prepared  above. 


2  Rivers  to  the  ocean  run. 

Nor  stay  in  all  their  course ; 
Fire,  ascending,  seeks  the  sun  ; 

Both  speed  them  to  their  source : 
So  a  soul  that's  born  of  God, 

Pants  to  view  his  glorious  face, 
Upward  tends  to  his  abode, 

To  rest  in  his  embrace. 


HE  A  VEN    A  NTICIPA  TED. 


323 


3  Fly  me,  riches,  fly  me,  cares, 

Whilst  I  that  coast  explore  ; 
Flattering  world,  with  all  thy  snares, 

Solicit  me  no  more  ! 
Pilgrims  fix  not  here  their  home ; 

Strangers  tarry  but  a  night ; 
When  the  last  dear  morn  is  come, 

They'll  rise  to  joyful  light. 

4  Cease,  ye  pilgrims,  cease  to  mourn. 

Press  onward  to  the  prize ; 
Soon  our  Saviour  will  return 

Triumphant  in  the  skies : 
Yet  a  season,  and  you  know 

Happy  entrance  will  be  given, 
All  our  sorrows  left  below. 

And  earth  exchanged  for  heaven. 

Seagrave. 


Y 


1038 


Ss.    D. 
E  angels,  who  stand  round  the 
throne. 

And  view  my  Immanuel's  face, — 
In  rapturous  songs  make  him  known. 

Oh,  tune  your  soft  harps  to  his  praise  : 
He  formed  you  the  spirits  you  are, 

So  happy,  so  noble,  so  good ; 
When  others  sank  down  in  despair, 

Confirmed  by  his  power,  ye  stood. 
Ye  saints !  who  stand  nearer  than  they, 
And  cast  your  bright  crowns  at  his 
feet. 
His  grace  and  his  glory  display. 
And  all  his  rich  mercy  repeat ; 
He  snatch'd   you  from  hell  and  the 
grave. 
He  ransomed   from  death   and  de- 
spair : 
For  you  he  was  mighty  to  save, 
Almighty  to  bring  you  safe  there. 


3  Oh  !  when  will  the  period  appear 

When  I  shall  unite  in  your  song  ? 
Fm  weary  of  lingering  here. 

And  I  to  your  Saviour  belong ! 
I  want — oh  !  I  want  to  be  there, 

To  sorrow  and  sin  bid  adieu — 
Your  joy  and  your  friendship  to  share — 

To  wonder,  and  worship  with  you  ! 

De  Flelry. 

1039  8s.    D. 

1  IV  /r  Y  Saviour,  whom  absent  I  love, 
J.V1.      Whom,    not   having    seen,    I 

adore, 
Whose  name  is  exalted  above 

All  glory,  dominion,  and  power, — 
Dissolve  thou  those  bands  that  detain 

My  soul  from  her  portion  in  thee ; 
Ah  !  strike  off  this  adamant  chain. 

And  make  me  eternally  free  ! 

2  When  that  happy  era  begins. 

When  arrayed  in  thy  glories  I  shine, 
Nor  grieve  any  more,  by  my  sins, 

The  bosom  on  which  I  recline. 
Oh  !  then  shall  the  vail  be  removed, 

And  round   me   thy   brightness  be 
poured ! 
I  shall  meet  him,  whom  absent  I  loved, 

I  shall  see,  whom  unseen  I  adored. 

3  And  then,  nevermore  shall  the  fears. 

The  trials,  temptations,  and  woes, 
Which  darken  this  valley  of  tears, 

Intrude  on  my  blissful  repose : 
To  Jesus,  the  crown  of  my  hope, 

My  soul  is  in  haste  to  be  gone  ; 
Oh  !  bear  me,  ye  cherubim,  up. 

And  waft  me  away  to  his  throne  ! 

C  •  WPER. 


324 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


1040  113. 

1  IV  /r  Y  home  is  in  heaven,  my  rest  is 
JLVX  not  here, 

Then    why   should   I    murmur   when 

trials  appear  ? 
Be  hushed,  my  dark  spirit,  the  worst 

that  can  come 
But  shortens  thy  journey,  and  hastens 

thee  home. 

2  It  is  not  for  thee  to  be  seeking  thy  bliss, 
And  building   thy  hopes   in  a  region 

like  this  ; 
I  look  for  a  city  which  hands  have  not 

piled ; 
I  pant  for  a  country  by  sin  undefiled. 

3  The  thorn  and  the  thistle  around  me 

may  grow, 
I  would  not  recline  upon  roses  below  ; 
I   ask  not  my  portion,  I  seek  not  my 

rest, 
Till    I    find   them   forever   on   Jesus' 

breast. 

4  Afflictions  may  press  me,  they  cannot 

destroy — 
One  glimpse  of  his  love  turns  them  all 

into  joy ; 
And  the  bitterest  tears,  if  he  smile  but 

on  them. 
Like    dew     in     the    sunshine,    grow 

diamond  and  gem. 

Chorus. 

Then  the  angels  will  come,  with  their 

music  will  come. 
With  music,  sweet  music,  to  welcome 

me  home ; 


In  the  bright  gates  of  crystal  the  shin- 
ing ones  will  stand. 

And  sing  me  a  welcome  to  their  own 
native  land ! 


IO4I 


8s. 


1  T   LONG  to  behold  him  arrayed, 

JL      With  glory  and  light  from  above  ; 
The  King  in  his  beauty  displayed — 
His  beauty  of  holiest  love. 

2  I  languish  and  sigh  to  be  there, 

Where  Jesus  hath  fixed  his  abode  ; 
Oh,  when  shall  we  meet  in  the  air. 
And  fly  to  the  mountain  of  God? 

3  With  him  I  on  Zion  shall  stand. 

For  Jesus  hath  spoken  the  word ; 
The  breadth  of  Immanuel's  land 
Survey  by  the  light  of  my  Lord. 

4  But  when,  on  thy  bosom  reclined. 

Thy  face  I  am  strengthened  to  see, 
My  fullness  of  rapture  I  find — 
My  heaven  of  heavens  in  thee  ! 

5  How  happy  the  people  that  dwell 

Secure  in  the  city  above  ! 
No  pain  the  inhabitants  feel, 

No  sickness  or  sorrow  shall  prove. 

6  Physician  of  souls  !  unto  me 

Forgiveness  and  holiness  give ; 
And  when  from  the  body  set  free, 
Oh  then  to  that  city  receive ! 


'A 


1042 


C.  Wesley. 


8s. 


WAY  with  our  sorrow  and  fear. 
We    soon    shall    recover    our 
home  ; 
The  city  of  saints  shall  appear, 
The  day  of  eternity  come. 


HKAVEN    ANTICIPATED, 


325 


2  From  earth  we  shall  quickly  remove, 

And  mount  to  our  native  abode ; 
The  house  of  our  Father  above — 
The  palace  of  angels  and  God. 

3  Our  mourning  is  all  at  an  end, 

When,  raised  by  the  life-giving  word. 
We  see  the  new  city  descend, 

Adorned  as  a  bride  for  her  Lord  : 

4  The  city  so  holy  and  clean. 

No  sorrow  can  breathe  in  the  air : 
No  gloom  of  affliction  or  sin  ; 
No  shadow  of  evil  is  there. 

5  By  faith  we  already  behold 

That  lovely  Jerusalem  here  : 
Her  walls  are  of  jasper  and  gold  ; 
As  crystal  her  buildings  are  clear. 

6  Immovably  founded  in  grace, 

She  stands  as  she  ever  hath  stood. 
And  brightly  her  Builder  displays. 
And  flames  with  the  glory  of  God. 

C.  Wesley. 

1043  8S&7S. 

1  iy  /TY  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by, 
J.VX      And  I,  a  pilgrim  stranger, 

Would  not  detain  them  as  they  fly 
Those  hours  of  toil  and  danger. 

2  We'll  gird  our  loins,  my  brethren  dear, 

Our  heavenly  home  discerning  ; 
Our  absent  Lord  has  left  us  word. 
Let  every  lamp  be  burning. 

3  Should  coming  days  be  cold  and  dark, 

We  need  not  cease  our  singing ; 

That  perfect  rest  nought  can  molest, 

Where  golden  harps  are  ringing. 

4  Let  sorrow's  rudest  tempest  blow. 

Each  cord  on  earth  to  sever ; 


Our  King  says,  Come,  and  there's  our 
home. 
Forever,  oh  forever ! 

D.  Nelson. 

Chorus. 
For  oh,  we  stand  on  Jordan's  strand, 

Our  friends  are  passing  over ; 
And  just  before,  the  shining  shore 

We  may  almost  discover. 

1044 

1  T  'M  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger  ; 
X      I  can  tarry,    I  can   tarry   but  a 

night ! 
Do  not  detain  me,  for  I  am  going 
To  where  the  fountains  are  ever  flow- 
ing : 

I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

2  There  the  glory  is  ever  shining  ! 

Oh,   my    longing    heart,    my   longing 

heart  is  there  ! 
Here    in   this    country   so   dark   and 

dreary, 
I  long  have  wandered  forlorn  and  weary: 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

3  There's  the  city  to  which  I  journey ; 
My  Redeemer,    my    Redeemer  is  its 

light  ! 
There  is  no  sorrow,  nor  any  sighing, 
Nor  any  tears  there,  nor  any  dying  ! 
I'm  a  pilgrim,  etc. 

1045 
I    O  HALL  we  gather  at  the  river, 
O     Where    bright   angel-feet    have 

trod  ; 
With  its  crystal  tide  forever 
Flowing  by  the  throne  of  God? 


826 


THE     CHRISTIAiX    LIFE. 


1  On  the  margin  of  the  river, 
Washing  up  its  silver  spray, 
We  will  walk  and  worship  ever, 
All  the  happy  golden  day. 

3  On  the  bosom  of  the  river, 

Where  the  Saviour-King  we  own, 
We  shall  meet,  and  sorrow  never 
'Neath  the  glory  of  the  throne. 

4  Ere  we  reach  the  shining  river. 

Lay  we  every  burden  down  ; 
Grace  our  spirits  will  deliver, 
And  provide  a  robe  and  crown. 

5  At  the  smiling  of  the  river. 

Rippling  with  the  Saviour's  face. 

Saints,  whom  death  will  never  sever, 

Lift  their  songs  of  saving  grace. 

6  Soon  we'll  reach  the  shining  river, 

Soon  our  pilgrimage  shall  cease, 
Soon  our  happy  hearts  will  quiver, 
With  the  melody  of  Peace. 

Chorus. 
Yes,  we'll  gather  at  the  river, 
The  beautiful,  the  beautiful  river — 
Gather  with  the  saints  at  the  river 
That  flows  by  the  throne  of  God. 


I 


104-6 

'M  but  a  stranger  here ; 
Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Earth  is  a  desert  drear ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Danger  and  sorrow  stand. 
Round  me  on  every  hand. 
Heaven  is  my  fatherland. 

Heaven  is  my  home  1 


6s  &  4s. 


2  What  though  the  tempest  rage ! 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
Short  is  my  pilgrimage  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home! 
Time's  cold  and  wintry  blast 
Soon  will  be  overpast ; 
I  shall  reach  home  at  last ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 

3  There,  at  my  Saviour's  side, 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
I  shall  be  glorified  ; 

Heaven  is  my  home  ! 
There  are  the  good  and  blest. 
Those  I  love  most  and  best. 
And  there  I,  too,  shall  rest ; 

Heaven  is  mv  home  ! 


T.  R.  Tavlok. 


1047 

I    OHALL  we  meet  be-|  yond  the  |  river, 
wl3     Where  the  surgesjcease  tojroll — 
Where  the  blessed  |  sing  for-  |  ever, 
raptured 


Songs  that  fill  the 
Shall  we  meet.' 
the  river. 


soul  ? 
Yes  !  bevond 


Shall  we  meet  in  |  that  blest  |  harbor, 
When  our  stormy  j  voyage  is  |  o'er .' 
Shall  we  meet  and  |  cast  the  |  anchor. 
By  the  fair  ce-  |  lestial  |  shore  ! 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 
Shall  we  meet  in  |  yonder  ]  city. 
Where    the    towers    of  |   cr}stal   | 
shine. 
Where  the  walls  are  |  all  of  |  jasper, 
Built  by  I  workmanship  |  divine  .'' 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

Where  the  music  |  of  the  |  ransomed 
Rolls  its  I  harmony  |  around, 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED. 


327 


And  creation  1  swells  the  |  chorus, 
With  its  sweet  me-  |  lodious  |  sound? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

5  Shall   we   meet  with  |  many  a  |  lo\-ed 

one. 
That  was  torn  from  j  our  em-  |  brace?' 
Shall  we  listen  |  to  their  |  voices. 
And  behold  them  |  foce  to  |  face  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 

6  Shall  we  meet  withjChrist  our'Saviour, 

When  he  comes  to  |  claim  his  |  own  ? 
Shall  we  know  his  |  blessed  |  favor, 
And  sit  down  up-  |  on  his  |  throne  ? 
Shall  we  meet,  etc. 


1048 


P.M. 

1  AH!  this  heart  is  void  and  chill, 
ir\.     'Mid  earth's  noisy  thronging; 
For  my  Father's  mansions  still 

Earnestly  is  longing ; 

Looking  home  !  Looking  home  ! 

Toward  the  heavenly  mansions 
Jesus  hath  prepared  for  me 
In  his  Father's  kingdom  ! 

2  Soon  the  glorious  day  will  dawn, 

Heavenly  pleasures  bringing ; 
Night  will  be  exchanged  for  morn. 
Sighs  give  place  to  singing. 

Looking  home  !  looking  home  ! 

Toward  the  heavenly  mansions 
Jesus  hath  prepared  for  me 
In  his  Father's  kingdom  ! 

3  With  this  load  of  sin  and  care, 

Then  no  lonjrer  bend  ins:. 

But  with  waiting  angels  there 

On  our  soul  attendins: : — 


Blessed  home  !  blessed  home  ! 

All  for  which  we're  sighing  ; 
Soon  our  Lord  will  bid  us  come 

To  our  Father's  kingdom  I 

1049  10s. 

JOYFULLY,     joyfully     onward     I 
move. 
Bound  to  the  land  of  bright   spirits 
above ; 
Angelic  choristers  sing  as  I  come, 
Joyfull}^,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home! 
Soon  with  my  pilgrimage  ended  below. 
Home  to  the  land  of  bright  spirits  I 

go; 
Pilgrim  and  stranger   no  more  shall  I 

roam. 
Joyfully,  joyfully  resting  at  home. 

Friends,  fondly  cherished,  have  passed 

on  before  ; 
Waiting,  they  watch  me   approaching 

the  shore  ; 
Singing  to  cheer  me  through  death's 

chilling  gloom  : 
Joyfull}',  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 
Sounds  of  sweet  melody  fall   on  my 

ear ; 
Harps   of  the  blessed,  your  voices  I 

hear ! 
Rings  with  the  harmony  heaven's  high 

dome — 
Joyfully,  joyfully  haste  to  thy  home. 

Death,  with  thy  weapons  of  war  lay  me 

low, 
Strike,  king  of  terrors !  I  fear  not  the 

blow ; 


328 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


Jesus   hath   broken    the    bars   of   the 

tomb ! 
Joyfully,  joyfully  will  I  go  home. 
Bright  will  the  morn  of  eternity  dawn, 
Death  shall  be  banished,  his   sceptre 

be  gone  ; 
Joyfully,  then,  shall  I  witness  his  doom. 
Joyfully,  joyfully,  safely  at  home. 


1050 


W.  Hunter. 


S.  M. 


1  T   LOVE  to  sing  of  heaven, 

X      Where  white-robed  angels  are  ; 
Where  many  a  friend  is  gathered  safe 
From  fear,  and  toil,  and  care. 

2  I  love  to  think  of  heaven. 

Where  my  Redeemer  reigns  ; 
Where  rapturous  songs  of  triumph  rise, 

In  endless,  jo3'ous  strains. 
Chorus. 
There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there. 

There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there  ; 
In  heaven  above,  where  all  is  love, 

There  '11  be  no  sorrow  there. 


IO5I 


6s&4s. 


1  A    CROWN  of  glory  bright, 
Jr\.     By  faith's  clear  eyes  I  see, 
In  yonder  realms  of  light 

Prepared  for  me. 

2  Oh  may  I  faithful  prove. 

And  keep  the  crown  in  view, 
And  through  the  storms  of  life 
My  way  pursue. 

3  Jesus,  be  thou  my  guide. 

And  all  my  steps  attend, 
Oh  keep  me  near  thy  side. 
Be  thou  my  friend. 


4  Be  thou  my  shield  and  sun, 
My  Saviour  and  my  guard, 
And  when  my  work  is  done. 
My  great  reward. 

Chorus. 
I'm  nearer  my  home,  nearer  my  home. 

Nearer  my  home  to-day ; 
Yes,  nearer  my  home  in  heaven  to-day, 
Than  ever  I've  been  before. 


M 


1052  lis. 

ID    scenes   of   confusion   and 
creature  complaints. 
How  sweet  to  my  soul  is  communion 

with  saints ; 
To  find  at  the  banquet  of  mercy  there's 

room. 
And  feel   in  the  presence  of  Jesus  at 
home. 
Home  !  home  !  sweet,  sweet  home ! 
Prepare  me,  dear  Saviour,  for  glory, 
my  home. 

2  Sweet  bonds  that  unite  all  the  children 

of  peace  ! 

And  thrice  precious  Jesus,  whose  love 
cannot  cease  ! 

Though  oft  from  thy  presence  in  sad- 
ness I  roam, 

I  long  to  behold  thee  in  glory,  at  home. 
Home  !  home  !  etc. 

3  I  sigh  from  this  body  of  sin  to  be  free. 
Which  hinders  my  joy  and  communion 

with  thee  ; 
Though  now  my  temptation  like  billows 

may  foam. 
All,  all  will  be  peace,  when   I'm  with 

thee  at  home. 
Home  !  home  !  etc. 


HEAVEN    AN  TICI.P  ATED. 


329 


4  While  here  in  the  valley  of  conflict  I 

stay, 
Oh  give   me  submission,  and  strength 

as  my  clay  ; 
In  all   my  afflictions  to  thee  would  I 

come. 
Rejoicing  in  hope  of  my  glorious  home. 
Home  !  home  !  etc. 

5  Whate'er  thou  deniest,  oh  give  me  thy 

grace. 
The   Spirit's  sure  witness,  and  smiles 

of  thy  face ; 
Endue  me  with  patience  to  wait  at  thy 

throne. 
And  find,  even  now,  a  sweet  foretaste 

of  home. 
Home  !  home  !  etc. 

6  I   long,  dearest  Lord,  in  thy  beauties 

to  shine  ; 
No  more  as  an  exile  in  sorrow  to  pine  ; 
And  in  thy  dear  image  arise  from  the 

tomb. 
With  glorified  millions  to  praise  thee 

at  home. 
Home  !  home  !  etc. 


1053 


Denham. 


L.  M. 


1  "\  T  THAT  sinners  value  I  resign  ; 

V  V     Lord,   'tis   enough   that   thou 
art  mine  ; 
I  shall  behold  thy  blissful  face, 
And  stand  complete  in  righteousness. 

2  This  life's  a  dream,  an  empty  show. 
But  the  bright  world  to  which  I  go 
Hath  joys  substantial  and  sincere  ; 
When    shall    I    wake    and    find    me 

there ! 


3  Oh,  glorious  hour !  oh,  blest  abode  ! 
I  shall  be  near  and  like  my  God  ; 
And  flesh  and  sin  no  more  control 
The  sacred  pleasures  of  the  soul. 

4  My  flesh  shall  slumber  in  the  ground 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound  ; 
Then  burst  the  chains  with  sweet  sur- 
prise, 

And  in  my  Saviour's  image  rise! 

Watts. 

1054  8s. 

1  "\^ /E  speak  of  the  realms  of  the 

VV  blest, 

That  country  so  bright  and  so  fair ; 
And  oft  are  its  glories  confessed, 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there ! 

2  We  speak  of  its  freedom  from  sin. 

From  sorrow,  temptation,  and  care, 
From  trials  without  and  within — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

3  We  speak  of  its  service  of  love, 

The  robes  which  the  glorified  wear, 
The  church  of  the  first-born  above — 
But  what  must  it  be  to  be  there  ! 

4  O  Lord,  in  this  valley  of  woe, 

Our  spirits  for  heaven  prepare. 
And  shortly  we  also  shall  know 
And  feel  what  it  is  to  be  there  ! 

Elizabeth  Mills. 

1055  7s. 

"E  know  not  what's  before  us — 
What  trials  are  to  come  ; 
But  each  day  passing  o'er  us 
Brings  us  still  nearer  home. 

Though  dark  our  path  aud  lonely, 
And  clouds  our  sky  o'ercast, 


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Let  us  remember  only, 

That  it  will  soon  be  past. 
3  VVhate'er  of  gloom  or  anguish 

This  weary  world  may  bring, 
In  doubt  we  will  not  languish, 

But  cheerfully  we'll  sing. 

Chorus. 
We're  nearer,  nearer  home, 
Our  blessed,  happy  home. 
Where  grief  and  sin  can  never  come, 
We're  nearer,  nearer  home. 
Nearer  home,  nearer  home. 
Nearer  to  my  happy  home, 
Nearer  home,  nearer  home, 
Our  blessed,  happy  home. 


I  "  T  AJ 


1056 


AND  a-head !"  its  fruits  are  waving 
O'er    the    hills    of    fadeless 
green ; 
And  the  living  waters  laving 

Shores   where   heavenly   forms  are 
seen. 

2  Onward,  bark!  the   cape    I'm  round- 

in  "• 
See,  the  blessed  wave  their  hands ; 
Hear  the  harps  of  God  resounding 
From  the  bright  immortal  bands. 

3  There,  let  go  the  anchor,  riding 

On  this  calm  and  silv'ry  bay  3 
Seaward  fast  the  tide  is  gliding. 
Shores  in  sunlight  stretch  away. 

4  Now  we're  safe  from  all  temptation. 

All  the  storms  of  life  are  past ; 
Praise  the  Rock  of  our  Salvation, 
We  are  safe  at  home  at  last ! 


Chorus. 
Rocks  and  storms  I'll  fear  no  more, 
When  on  that  eternal  shore  : 
Drop  the  anchor  !  furl  the  sail ! 
I  am  safe  within  the  vail ! 


1057 


P.  M. 


1  ''  I  ^HERE  is  a  happy  land, 

X        Far,  far  away, 
Where  saints  in  glory  stand, 

Bright,  bright  as  day. 
Oh,  how  they  sweetly  sing, 
Worthy  is  our  Saviour-King, 
Loud  let  his  praises  ring. 

Praise,  praise  for  aye. 

2  Come  to  that  happy  land. 

Come,  come  away ; 
Why  will  ye  doubting  stand. 

Why  still  delay .? 
Oh,  we  shall  happy  be, 
When  from  sin  and  sorrow  free  ! 
Lord,  we  shall  live  with  thee, 

Blest,  blest  for  aye. 

3  Bright,  in  that  happy  land, 

Beams  every  eye  ; 
Kept  by  a  Father's  hand. 

Love  cannot  die. 
Oh,  then,  to  glory  run  ; 
Be  a  crown  and  kingdom  won  ; 
And  bright,  above  the  sun. 

We  reign  for  aye. 


1058 


P.  M. 
ERE  we  meet  to  part  again, 
[ere  we  meet  to  part  again; 
But  when  we  meet  on  Canaan's  plain, 
There'll  be  no  parting  there. 


I    TTER] 

ri  H( 


HE  A  VEN    AN  TI  CI  PA  TED. 


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In  that  bright  world  above, 
In  that  bright  world  above, 
Shout,  shout,  the  vict'ry. 

We're  on  our  journey  home. 

2  Here  we  meet  to  part  again. 

But  there  we  shall  with  Jesus  reign, 
There  '11  be,  etc. 

3  Here  we  meet  to  part  again. 

But  when  we  join  the  heavenly  train, 
There  '11  be,  etc. 

1059 

1  T  N  the  Christian's  home  in  glory, 
X      There  remains  a  land  of  rest, 

There  my  Saviour's  gone  before  me. 
To  fulfill  my  soul's  request. 

2  He  is  fitting  up  my  mansion. 

Which  eternally  shall  stand, 
For  my  stay  shall  not  be  transient. 
In  that  holy,  happy  land. 

3  Pain  or  sickness  ne'er  shall  enter, 

Grief  nor  woe  my  lot  shall  share  ; 
But  in  that  celestial  centre, 
I  a  crown  of  life  shall  wear. 

4  Death  itself  shall  then  be  vanquished. 

And  his  sting  shall  be  withdrawn  ; 
Shout  for  gladness,  oh,  ye  ransomed. 
Hail  with  joy  the  rising  morn  ! 

5  Sing,  oh,  sing,  ye  heirs  of  glory! 

Shout  your  triumph  as  you  go ; 
Zion's  gate  will  open  for  you, 

You  shall  find  an  entrance  through. 

Chorus. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary, 
There  is  rest  for  the  weary. 
There  is  rest  for  you. 


On  the  other  side  of  Jordan, 
In  the  sweet  fields  of  Eden, 
Where  the  tree  of  life  is  blooming, 
There  is  rest  for  you. 

1060  L.M. 

1  "\  T  OW  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sub- 
IN  lime. 

Rise  from  the  vanities  of  time. 
Draw  back  the  parting  veil,  and  see 
The  glories  of  eternity. 

2  Born  by  a  new  celestial  birth. 

Why  should  we  grovel  here  on  earth  ? 
Why  grasp  at  transitory  toys, 
So  near  to  heaven's  eternal  joys  ? 

3  Shall  aught  beguile  us  on  the  road. 
When  we  are  walking  back  to  God? 
For  strangers  into  life  we  come. 
And  dying  is  but  going  home. 

4  To  dwell  with  God,  to  feel  his  love. 
Is  the  full  heaven  enjoy'd  above  ; 
And  the  sweet  expectation  now 

Is  the  young  dawn  of  heaven  below. 

Gibbons. 
IO61  L.M. 

1  AND    may   I   hope,   that  when   no 
£\.         more 

My  pulse  shall  beat  with  life  below, 
I  shall  the  God  of  grace  adore. 
And  all  the  bliss  of  glory  know? 

2  I,  who  deserve  no  place  but  hell, 

No  portion  but  devouring  fire, 
Shall  I  with  Christ  my  Saviour  dwell, 
Possessed  of  all  I  now  desire  ? 

3  Will  Jesus  own  a  wretch  like  me  ? 

And  tell  to  saints  and  angels  round, 
That  when  he  suffered  on  the  tree. 
My  sins  augmented  every  wound  ? 


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4  Will  he  from  life's  eternal  book 

To  earth  and   heaven  proclaim  my 
name ; 
On  me,  as  on  his  chosen,  look, 

And    make   my  lot   with  theirs  the 
same  ? 

5  He  will !  I  read  it  in  his  word. 

And  in  my  heart  the  witness  feel : 
I  shall  be  with,  and  like  my  Lord, 
Though  sin  oppose  in  league  with 
hell ! 

IC62  L.  M. 

jESCEND  from  heaven,  immortal 
Dove ; 

Stoop  down  and  take  us  on  thy  wings  ; 
And  mount,  and  bear  us  far  above 
The  reach  of  these  inferior  things  ; 

2  Beyond,  beyond  this  lower  sky, 

Up  where  eternal  ages  roll, 
Where  solid  pleasures  never  die, 
And  fruits  immortal  feast  the  soul. 

3  Oh,  for  a  sight,  a  pleasing  sight 

Of  our  Almighty  Father's  throne  ! 
There  sits  our  Saviour,  crowned  with 
light. 
Clothed  in  a  body  like  our  own. 

4  Adoring  saints  around  him  stand. 

And  thrones  and  powers  before  him 

fall  : 
The  God  shines  gracious  through  the 

Man, 
And  sheds  sweet  glories  on  them  all. 

5  Oh,  what  amazing  jo3's  they  feel. 

While  to  their  golden  harps  they  sing. 
And  sit  on  every  heavenly  hill, 

And   spread   the  triumph   of  their 
King ! 


6  When  shall  the  day,  dear  Lord,  appear, 

That  I  shall  mount,  to  dwell  above  ; 

And  stand,  and  bow,  among  them  there, 

And  view  thy  face,  and  sing,   and 

love  !  Watts. 


1063 


L.  M. 

1  f~\   HAPPY  saints,  who    dwell  in 
\J         light, 

And  walk  with  Jesus,  clothed  in  white ; 
Safe  landed  on  that  peaceful  shore. 
Where  pilgrims  meet  to  part  no  more. 

2  Released  from  sin,  and  toil,  and  grief, 
Death  was  their  gate  to  endless  life  ; 
An  opened  cage,  to  let  them  fly 

And  build  their  happy  nest  on  high. 

3  And    now   they    range   the    heavenly 

plains, 
And  sing  their  hymns  in  meltingstrains; 
And  now  their  souls  begin  to  prove 
The  heights  and  depths  of  Jesus'  love. 

4  He  cheers  them  with  eternal  smile  ; 
They  sing  hosannas  all  the  while  ; 
Or,  overwhelmed  with  rapture  sweet. 
Sink  down  adoring  at  his  feet. 

5  Ah  !  Lord  !  with  tardy  steps  I  creep, 
And  sometimes  sing,  and  sometimes 

weep  ; 
Yet  strip  me  of  this  house  of  clay, 
And  I  will  sing  as  loud  as  they. 

John  Berridge. 

1064  L.M. 

I      AS  when  the  weary  traveller  gains 

±\.     The  sight  of  some  o'erlooking 

hill, 
His  heart  revives,  if  'cross  the  plains 
He  eyes  his  home,  though  distant 
still. 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED. 


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2  While  he  surveys  the  much-loved  spot 

He  shghts   the  space  that  lies  be- 
tween ; 
His  past  fatigues  are  now  forgot, 
Because  his  journey's  end  is  seen. 

3  Thus  when  the  Christian  pilgrim  views 

By  faith  his  mansion  in  the  skies, 
The  sight  his  fainting  strength  renews, 
And  wings  his  speed  to  reach  the 
prize. 

4  The  thought  of  home  his  spirit  cheers  ; 

No  more  he  grieves  for  troubles  past. 
Nor  any  future  trial  fears 

So  he  may  safe  arrive  at  last. 

5  'Tis  there,  he  says,  I  am  to  dwell 

With  Jesus  in  the  realms  of  day  ; 
Then  I  shall  bid  my  cares  farewell, 
And  he  shall  wipe  my  tears  away. 

Newton. 


1065 


L.M. 

1  ''  I  ^HERE  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath 

_L  seen, 

In  visions  of  enraptured  thought, 
So  bright,  that  all  which  spreads  be- 
tween 
Is  with  its  radiant  glories  fraught. 

2  A  land,  upon  whose  blissful  shore 

There  rests  no  shadow,  falls  no  stain ; 
There  those  who  meet  shall  part  no 
more. 
And  those  long  parted  meet  again. 

3  Its  skies  are  not  like  earthly  skies. 

With   varying  hues    of  shade    and 
light; 
It  hath  no  need  of  suns  to  rise 
To  dissipate  the  gloom  of  night. 


4  There  sweeps  no  desolating  wind 
Across  that  calm,  serene  abode  ; 
The  wanderer  there  a  home  may  find 
Within  the  paradise  of  God. 


1066 


G.  Robins. 


CM. 


1  'T^HERE  is  a  land  of  pure  delight, 

\_       Where  saints  immortal  reign ; 
Infinite  day  excludes  the  night, 
And  pleasures  banish  pain. 

2  There  everlasting  spring  abides. 

And  never-withering  flowers  ; 

Death,  like  a  narrow  sea,  divides 

This  heavenly  land  from  ours. 

3  Sweet  fields  beyond  the  swelling  flood 

Stand  dressed  in  living  green  ; 
So  to  the  Jews  old  Canaan  stood, 
While  Jordan  rolled  between. 

4  But  timorous  mortals  start  and  shrink 

To  cross  this  narrow  sea. 
And  linger,  shivering,  on  the  brink, 
And  fear  to  launch  away. 

5  Oh,  could  we  make  our  doubts  remove, 

Those  gloomy  doubts  that  rise, 
And  see  the  Canaan  that  we  love 
With  unbeclouded  eyes  ! — 

6  Could    we    but    climb   where    Moses 

stood, 
And  view  the  landscape  o'er. 
Not  Jordan's  stream  nor  death's  cold 

flood 
Should  fright  us  from  the  shore. 

Watts. 

1067  c.M. 

I    /^^  N  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand, 
V_>/     And  cast  a  wishful  eye 
To  Canaan's  fair  and  happy  land, 
Where  my  possessions  lie. 


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2  Oh  the  transporting,  rapturous  scene 

That  rises  to  my  sight ! 
Sweet  fields  arrayed  in  Uving  green, 
And  rivers  of  delight. 

3  All  o'er  those  wide-extended  plains 

Shines  one  eternal  day  ; 
There  God  the  Son  forever  reigns, 
And  scatters  night  away. 

4  No    dulling    winds,    nor     poisonous 

breath, 
Can  reach  that  healthful  shore  ; 
Sickness  and  sorrow,  pain  and  death, 
Are  felt  and  feared  no  more. 

5  When  shall  I  reach  that  happy  place. 

And  be  forever  blest  ? 
When  shall  I  see  my  Father's  face, 
And  iii  his  bosom  rest? 

6  Filled  with  delight,  my  raptured  soul 

Would  here  no  longer  stay  ; 
Though   Jordan's    waves    around   me 
roll. 
Fearless  Fd  launch  awa3^ 

Stennett. 

OPE  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  ap- 
pear. 

Thou  glorious  Star  of  day! 
Shine  forth,  and  chase  the  dreary  night. 
With  all  our  tears,  away. 

2  No  resting-place  we  seek  on  earth. 

No  loveliness  we  see  ; 
Our  eye  is  on  the  royal  crown. 
Prepared  for  us  and  thee. 

3  But,  dearest  Lord,  however  bright 

That  crown  of  joy  above. 
What  is  it  to  the  brighter  hope 
Of  dwelling  in  thy  love  ? 


H 


4  What  to  the  joy,  the  deeper  joy, 

Unmingled,  pure,  and  free, 
Of  union  with  our  living  Head, 
Of  fellowship  with  thee  t 

5  This  joy  e'en  now  on  earth  is  ours  ; 

But  onl)^,  Lord,  above, 
Our  hearts,  without  a  pang,  shall  know 
The  fullness  of  thy  love. 

6  There,  near  thy  heart,  upon  the  throne. 

Thy  ransomed  bride  shall  see 
What  grace  was  in  the  bleeding  Lamb, 
Who  died  to  make  her  free. 

Dennv. 

1069  c.M. 

1  T  T  7"  HEN  I  can  read  my  title  clear 

V  V       To  mansions  in  the  skies, 
I  bid  farewell  to  every  fear. 
And  wipe  my  weeping  eyes. 

2  Should  earth  against  my  soul  engage, 

And  fiery  darts  be  hurled. 
Then  I  can  smile  at  Satan's  rage, 
And  fice  a  frowning  world. 

3  Let  cares,  like  a  wild  deluge,  come. 

And  storms  of  sorrow  fall ! 
IMay  I  but  safely  reach  my  home, 
My  God,  my  heaven,  my  all. 

4  There  shall  I  bathe  my  weary  soul 

In  seas  of  heavenly  rest. 
And  not  a  wave  of  trouble  roll 
Across  my  peaceful  breast. 

Watts. 

1070  c.M. 
O  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 

To  our  believing  eyes ! 
The  earth  and  seas  are  passed  aw^aj-, 
And  the  old  rolling  skies. 


I    T  O  !  wl 
i_^     T( 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED. 


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2  From  the  third  heaven,  where  God  re- 

sides, 
That  holy,  happy  place, 
The  new  Jerusalem  comes  down, 
Adorned  with  shining  grace. 

3  Attending  angels  shout  for  joy, 

And  the  bright  armies  sing — 
"  Mortals,  behold  the  sacred  seat 
Of  your  descending  King. 

l\  "  The  God  of  glory  down  to  men 
Removes  his  blest  abode  ! 
Men,  the  dear  objects  of  his  grace, 
And  he  the  loving  God. 

5  "  His   own  kind  hand  shall  wipe  the 

tears 
From  every  weeping  eye  ; 
And  pains,  and  groans,  and  griefs,  and 

fears. 
And  death  itself,  shall  die." 

6  How  long,  dear  Saviour,  oh,  how  long 

Shall  this  bright  hour  delay? 
Fly  swifter  round,  ye  wheels  of  time. 
And  bring  the  welcome  day. 

I^'atts 

IO7I  CM. 

ATHER  !  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 
The  place  of  thine  abode  ; 
I'd  leave  thine  earthly  courts,  and  flee 
Up  to  thy  seat,  my  God  ! 

2  Here  I  behold  thy  distant  face. 

And  'tis  a  pleasing  sight ; 
But,  to  abide  in  thine  embrace 
Is  infinite  delight. 

3  I'd  part  with  all  the  joys  of  sense, 

To  gaze  upon  thy  throne  ; 
Pleasure  springs  fresh  forever  thence, 
Unspeakable,  unknown. 


F 


4  There  all  the  heavenly  hosts  are  seen ; 

In  shining  ranks  they  move ; 
And  drink  immortal  vigor  in, 
With  wonder  and  with  love. 

5  Then  at  thy  feet,  with  avv-ful  fear, 

Th'  adoring  armies  fall ; 
With  joy  they  shrink  to  nothing  there, 
Before  th'  eternal  All. 

6  The  more  thy  glories  strike  my  eyes. 

The  humbler  I  shall  lie ; 
Thus  wdiile  I  sink,  my  joys  shall  rise 
Immeasurably  high. 


1072 


Watts. 


CM. 


1  'nr^HERE  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 

X       Above  the  starry  skies  ; 
Oppressed  with  sorrows  and  with  sins, 
I  thither  lift  my  eyes. 

2  'Tis  there  the  weary  are  at  rest. 

And  all  is  peace  within  ; 
The  mind,  with  guilt  no  more  oppressed, 
Is  tranquil  and  serene. 

3  Discord  and  strife  are  banished  thence. 

Distrust  and  slavish  fear  ; 
No  more  we  hear  the  pensive  sigh, 
Or  see  the  falling  tear. 

4  Farewell  to  earth  and  earthly  things  : 

In  vain  they  tempt  my  stay  : 
Come,  angels,  spread  your  joyful  wings. 
And  bear  my  soul  away. 

Beddome. 

1073  CM. 

ESUS,  to  thy  dear  wounds  Vt'e  flee, 

We  seek  thy  bleeding  side. 
Assured  that  all  who  trust  in  thee 
Shall  evermore  abide. 


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2  Then  let  the  thundering  trumpet  sound, 

The  latest  hghtning  glare  ; 
The  mountains  melt ;  the  solid  ground 
Dissolve  as  liquid  air; 

3  The  huge,  celestial  bodies  roll, 

Amidst  that  general  fire  ; 
And  shrivel  as  a  parchment  scroll, 
And  all  in  smoke  expire  ! 

4  Sublime  upon  his  azure  throne, 

He  speaks — the  Almighty  Word  ; 
His  fiat  is  obeyed  !  'tis  done  ; 
And  Paradise  restored  ! 

5  So  be  it !  let  this  system  end, 

This  ruined  earth  and  skies  ; 
The  New  Jerusalem  descend, 
The  New  Creation  rise. 

C.  Wesley. 

1074-  CM. 

1  A  RISE,  my  soul !  fly  up,  and  run 
Jr\.     Through  every  heavenly  street ; 
And  say  there's  nought  below  the  sun 

That's  worthy  of  thy  feet. 

2  There,  on  a  high,  majestic  throne, 

Th'  Almighty  Father  reigns. 
And  sheds  his  glorious  goodness  down 
On  all  the  blissful  plains. 

3  Bright,  like  a  sun,  the  Saviour  sits. 

And  spreads  eternal  noon  ; 
No  evenings  there,  nor  gloomy  nights. 
To  want  the  feeble  moon. 

4  Amidst  those  ever-shining  skies 

Behold  the  sacred  Dove  ; 
While  banished  sin  and  sorrow  flies 
From  all  the  realms  of  love. 

5  But  oh,  what  beams  of  heavenly  grace 

Transport  them  all  the  while  ! 


Ten  thousand  smiles  from  Jesus'  face, 
And  love  in  every  smile  ! 

Jesus,  and  when  shall  that  dear  day. 

That  joyful  hour  appear. 
When  I  shall  leave  this  house  of  clay, 

To  dwell  among  them  there  ? 

Watts. 


w 


^^7S  CM. 

HEN  w:ild  confusion  wrecks  the 
air, 

And  tempests  rend  the  skies  ; 
Whilst  blended  ruin,  clouds  and  fire 
In  harsh  disorder  rise  ; — 

Safe  in  my  Saviour's  love  I'll  stand, 
And  strike  a  tuneful  song ; 

My  harp  all  trembling  in  my  hand, 
And  all  inspired  my  tongue. 

I'll  shout  aloud,  "  Ye  thunders,  roll. 
And  shake  the  sullen  sky; 

Your  sounding  voice,  from  pole  to  pole. 
In  angry  murmurs  try. 

"  Let  the  earth  totter  on  her  base. 
And  clouds  the  heavens  deform  ; 

Blow,  all  ye  winds,  from  every  place. 
And  rush  the  final  storm  !" 

Come  quickly,  blessi'd  Lord,  appear — 

Bid  the  swift  chariot  fly  ; 
Let  angels  tell  thy  coming  near, 

And  snatch  me  to  the  sky. 

Around  thy  wheels,  in  the  glad  throng, 

I'd  bear  a  joyful  part ; 
All  hallelujah  on  my  tongue — 

All  rapture  in  my  heart. 

Byles. 


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1076  c.M. 

1  'T^HERE'S    nothing    round   these 

X  painted  skies, 

Or  round  this  dusty  clod, 
Nothing,  my  soul,  that's  worth  thy  joys, 
Or  lovely  as  thy  God. 

2  'Tis  heaven  on  earth  to  taste  his  love, 

To  feel  his  quickening  grace  ; 
And  all  the  heaven  I  hope  above 
Is  but  to  see  his  face. 

3  Why  move  my  years  in  slow  delay  ? 

O  God  of  ages  why  ? 
Let  the  spheres  cleave,  and  mark  my 
way 
To  the  superior  sky. 


Y 


1077 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


E  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  fare- 
well. 

With  all  your  feeble  light  : 
Farewell,  thou  ever-changing  moon. 
Pale  empress  of  the  night. 

2  And  thou,  refulgent  orb  of  day, 

In  brighter  flames  arrayed  ; 
My    soul,     that    springs    beyond    thy 
sphere. 
No  more  demands  thine  aid. 

3  Ye  stars  are  but  the  shining  dust 

Of  my  divine  abode. 
The  pavement  of  those  heavenly  courts 
Where  I  shall  reign  with  God. 

4  The  Father  of  eternal  light 

Shall  there  his  beams  display. 
Nor  shall  one  moment's  darkness  mix 
With  that  unvaried  day.  j 

22 


5  No  more  the  drops  of  piercing  grief 

Shall  swell  into  mine  eyes  ; 
Nor  the  meridian  sun  decline 
Amid  those  brighter  skies. 

6  There  all  the  millions  of  his  saints 

Shall  in  one  song  unite. 
And  each  the  bliss  of  all  shall  view 
With  infinite  delight. 


F 


1078 


Doddridge. 


C.  M. 


AR  from  these  narrow  scenes  of 
night 
Unbounded  glories  rise. 
And  realms  of  infinite  delight, 
Unknown  to  mortal  eyes. 

2  Fair  distant  land  ;  could  mortal  eyes 

But  half  its  joys  explore. 
How  would  our  spirits  long  to  rise. 
And  dwell  on  earth  no  more ! 

3  There  pain  and  sickness  never  come, 

And  grief  no  more  complains  : 
Health  triumphs  in  immortal  bloom, 
And  endless  pleasure  reigns. 

4  No  cloud  those  blissful  regions  know, 

Forever  bright  and  fair  ; 
For  sin,  the  source  of  mortal  woe, 
Can  never  enter  there. 

5  Oh  may  the  heavenly  prospect  fire 

Our  hearts  with  ardent  love. 
Till  wings  of  faith  and  strong  desire 
Bear  every  thought  above  !       Steele. 

1079  C.M. 

I    /'~\UR      country     is      Immanuel's- 
V^^  ground — 

We  seek  that  promised  soil ; 
The  songs  of  Zion  cheer  our  hearts. 
While  strangers  here  we  toil. 


:^.38 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE, 


2  Oft  do  our  eyes  with  joy  o'erfiow, 

And  oft  are  bathed  in  tears  ; 
Yet  naught  but  heaven  our  hopes  can 
raise, 
And  naught  but  sin  our  fears. 

3  The  flowers  that  spring  along  the  road 

We  scarcely  stoop  to  pluck  ; 

We  walk  o'er  beds  of  shining  ore, 

Nor  waste  one  wishful  look. 

4  We  tread  the  path  our  Master  trod ; 

We  bear  the  cross  he  bore  ; 
And  every  thorn  that  wounds  our  feet 
His  temples  pierced  before. 

Barbaui.d. 

io8o  c.M. 

1  "\  /r  Y  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world^ 
IVX      Is  like  some  fluttered  dove, 

And  fain  would  be  as  swift  of  wing, 
To  flee  to  him  I  love. 

2  May  not  an  exile.  Lord,  desire, 

His  own  sweet  land  to  see  ? 
May  not  a  captive  seek  release, 
A  prisoner,  to  be  free  ? 

3  A  child,  when  far  away,  may  long 

For  home  and  kindred  dear  ; 
And  she  that  waits  her  absent  lord 
May  sigh  till  he  appear. 

4  I  fain  would  strike  my  harp  divine, 

Before  the  Father's  throne, 
There  cast  my  crown  of  Righteousness, 
And  sing  what  grace  has  done  ! 

5  Ah !  leave  me  not  in  this  base  world, 

A  stranger  still  to  roam  ; 
Come,  Lord,  and  take  me  to  thyself; 
Come,  Jesus,  quickly  come  ! 

Robert  C,  Chapman. 


OH,  for 
Oh, 


1081  c.M. 

the  pearly  gates  of  heaven ! 
for  the  golden  floor  ! 
Oh,  for  the  Sun  of  Righteousness, 
That  setteth  nevermore ! 

2  The  highest  hopes  we  cherish  here, 

How  soon  they  tire  and  faint ! 

How  many  a  spot  defiles  the  robe 

That  wraps  an  earthly  saint ! 

3  Oh,  for  a  heart  that  never  sins  ! 

Oh,  for  a  soul  washed  white  ! 
Oh,  for  a  voice  to  praise  our  King, 
Nor  wear}^  day  nor  night  ! 

4  Here  faith  is  ours,  and  heavenly  hope, 

And  grace  to  lead  us  higher  ! 
But  there  are  i^erfectness  and  peace, 
Beyond  our  best  desire. 

5  Oh,  by  thy  love  and  anguish.  Lord, 

And  by  thy  life  laid  down. 
Grant  that  we  f.\il  not  of  thy  grace, 
Nor  foil  to  reach  our  crown  ! 

C.  F.  Alexander. 

1082  c.M. 
HERE  is    a   fold  whence    none 

can  stray  ; 
And  pastures  ever  green. 
Where  sultry  sun,  or  stormy  day. 
Or  night  is  never  seen. 

2  Far  up  the  everlasting  hills 

In  God's  own  light  it  lies  ; 
His  smile  its  vast  dimension  fills 
With  joy  that  never  dies. 

3  One  narrow  vale,  one  darksome  wave, 

Divides  that  land  from  this : 
I  have  a  Shepherd  pledged  to  save 
And  bear  me  home  to  bliss. 


T 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED, 


339 


4  Soon  at  his  feet  my  soul  will  lie 

In  life's  last  struggling  breath  ; 
But  I  shall  only  seem  to  die, 
I  shall  not  taste  of  death. 

5  Far  from  this  guilty  world  to  be 

Exempt  from  toil  and  strife — 
To  spend  eternity  with  thee — 
My  Saviour,  this  is  life  ! 


1083 


East. 


C.  M. 


1  'nn^HERE  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest, 

X       To  mourning  wanderers  given ; 
There  is  a  joy  for  souls  distressed, 
A  balm  for  every  wounded  breast : 
'Tis  found  above — in  heaven. 

2  There  is  a  home  for  weary  souls. 

By  sin  and  sorrow  driven, — 
When   tossed   on    life's    tempestuous 

shoals, 
Where  storms  arise,  and  ocean  rolls. 

And  all  is  drear — but  heaven. 

3  There  foith  lifts  up  her  cheerful  eye 

To  brighter  prospects  given  ; 
And  views  the  tempest  passing  by, 
The  evening  shadows  quickly  fly, 

And  all  serene — in  heaven. 

4  There  fragrant  flowers  immortal  bloom. 

And  joys  supreme  are  given  ; 
Their  rays  divine  disperse  the  gloom  ; 
Beyond  the  confines  of  the  tomb 

Appears  the  dawn  of  heaven  ! 


1084 


W.  B.  Tappan. 


7s.  D. 


I   T  T  7  HO  are  these  in  bright  array, 
V  V       This  innumerable  throng, 
Round  the  altar,  night  and  day. 
Hymning  one  triumphant  song  ? 


"  Worthy  is  the  Lamb,  once  slain, 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  power, 

Wisdom,  riches,  to  obtain. 
New  dominion  every  hour." 

These  through  fiery  trials  trod  ; 

These  from  great  affliction  came : 
Now,  before  the  throne  of  God, 

Sealed  with  his  almighty  name, 
Clad  in  raiment  pure  and  white, 

Victor-palms  in  every  hand, 
Through  their  dear  Redeemer's  might, 

More  than  conquerors  they  stand. 

Hunger,  thirst,  disease  unknown. 

On  immortal  fruits  they  feed  ; 
Them  the  Lamb,  amid  the  throne, 

Shall  to  living  fountains  lead  : 
Joy  and  gladness  banish  sighs ; 

Perfect  love  dispel  all  fears  ; 
And  forever  from  their  eyes 

God  shall  wipe  away  the  tears. 

MONTCOMCKV. 

1085  73.   D. 

HIGH  in  yonder  realms  of  light, 
Dwell     the    raptured    saints 
above  ; 
Far  beyond  our  feeble  sight, 

Happy  in  Immanuel's  love  : 
Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  tears. 

Once  they  knew,  like  us  below, 

Gloomy  doubts,  distressing  fears, 

Torturing  pain  and  heavy  woe. 

But  these  days  of  weeping  o'er. 

Passed    this    scene     of    toil     and 
pain, 

They  shall  feel  distress  no  more — 
Never,  never  weep  again  : 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


B 


'Mid  the  chorus  of  the  skies, 
'Mid  the  angelic  lyres  above, 

Hark,  their  songs  melodious  rise, 
Songs  of  praise  to  Jesus'  love  ! 

3  All  is  tranquil  and  serene, 

Calm  and  undisturbed  repose  : 
There  no  cloud  can  intervene. 

There  no  angry  tempest  blows  : 
Every  tear  is  wiped  away. 

Sighs  no  more  shall  heave  the  breast, 
Night  is  lost  in  endless  day, 

Sorrow,  in  eternal  rest. 

*  R.\FFLES. 

1086 

EAUTIFUL  Zion,  built  above, 
Beautiful  city,  that  I  love. 
Beautiful  gates  of  pearly  white. 
Beautiful  temple, — God  its  light ! 
He  who  was  slain  on  Calvary, 
Opens  those  pearly  gates  to  me. 
Zion,  Zion,  lovely  Zion, 
Beautiful  Zion,  city  of  our  God. 

2  Beautiful  heaven,  v/here  all  is  light. 
Beautiful  angels,  clothed  in  white ; 
Beautiful  strains  that  never  tire. 
Beautiful  harps  through  all  the  choir. 
There  shall  I  join  the  chorus  sweet, 
Worshiping  at  the  Saviour's  feet. 

Zion,  Zion,  etc. 

3  Beautiful  crowns  on  every  brow, 
Beautiful  palms  the  conquerors  show  ; 
Beautiful  robes  the  ransomed  wear, 
Beautiful  all  who  enter  there  : 
Thither  I  press  with  eager  feet. 
There  shall  my  rest  be  long  and  sweet. 

Zion,  Zion,  etc. 


4  Beautiful  throne  for  Christ  our  King, 
Beautiful  songs  the  angels  sing ; 
Beautiful  rest — all  wanderings  cease — 
Beautiful  home  of  perfect  peace  : 
There  shall  my  eyes  the  Saviour  see. 
Haste  to  his  heavenly  home  with  me. 
Zion,  Zion,  etc. 

^0^7  7S&6S. 

1  T  ERUSALEM  the  golden. 
With  milk  and  honey  blest ! 

Beneath  thy  contemplation 

Sink  heart  and  voice  opprest: 
I  know  not,  oh,  I  know  not 

What  social  joys  are  there  ; 
What  radiancy  of  glory. 

What  light  beyond  compare. 

2  They  stand,  those  halls  of  Zion, 

Conjubilant  with  song, 
And  bright  with  many  an  angel, 

And  all  the  martyr  throng. 
The  Prince  is  ever  in  them  ; 

The  daylight  is  serene ; 
The  pastures  of  the  blessed 

Are  decked  in  glorious  sheen. 

3  There  is  the  throne  of  David  ; 

And  there,  from  care  released, 
The  song  of  them  that  triumph, 

The  shout  of  them  that  feast ; 
And  they  who  with  their  Leader 

Have  conquered  in  the  fight, 
Forever  and  forever 

Are  clad  in  robes  of  white. 

4  O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 

Shall  I  e'er  see  thy  face  ? 
O  sweet  and  blessed  country, 
Shall  I  e'er  win  thy  grace  ? 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED. 


341 


Exult,  O  dust  and  ashes  ! 

The  Lord  shall  be  thy  part, 
His  only,  his  forever 

Thou  shalt  be,  and  thou  art ! 


Bernard. 


1088 


M 


L.  M. 
Y  heavenly  home  is  bright  and 
fair  ; 

No  pain  nor  death  can  enter  there : 
Its  glittering  tow'rs  the  sun  outshine ; 
That  heavenly  mansion  shall  be  mine. 

My  Father's  house  is  built  on  high, 
Far,  far  above  the  starry  sky  : 
When  from  this  earthly  prison  free. 
That  heavenly  mansion  mine  shall  be. 

Let  others  seek  a  home  below, 
Which  flames  devour,  or  waves  o'er- 

flow  ; 
Be  mine  a  happier  lot  to  own 
A  heavenly  mansion  near  the  throne. 

CJionis. 

I'm  going  home,  I'm  going  home, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more  ; 
To  die  no  more,  to  die  no  more, 
I'm  going  home  to  die  no  more. 


1089  8S&4S. 

KNOW  not  whether  dark  or  bright 
Shall  be  my  lot; 
If  that  wherein  my  hopes  delight 
Be  best  or  not. 


I 


My  bark  is  \vafted  on  the  strand 

By  breath  divine. 
And  on  the  helm  there  rests  a  Fland 

Other  than  mine. 


3  One  who  has  known  in  storms  to  sail 

I  have  on  board  ; — 
Above  the  ravings  of  the  gale 
I  have  my  Lord. 

4  He  holds  me  when  the  billows  smite : 

I  shall  not  fall ; 
If  sharp,  'tis  short;  if  long,  'tis  light: 
He  tempers  all. 

5  Safe  to  the  land  ! — safe  to  the  land  ! 

The  end  is  this  ; 
And  then  with  him  go  hand  in  hand 
Far  into  bliss. 

IC9O  c.M. 

ERUSALEM,  my  happy  home, 

Name  ever  dear  to  me  ! 
When  shall  my  labors  have  an  end 
In  joy  and  peace,  in  thee  ? 

When   shall    these    eyes   thy  heaven- 
built  walls 

And  pearly  gates  behold  ? 
Thy  bulwarks  with  salvation  strong, 

And  streets  of  shining  gold  } 

Oh  when,  thou  city  of  my  God, 

Shall  I  thy  courts  ascend, 
Where  congregations  ne'er  break  up, 

And  Sabbaths  have  no  end  ? 

There   happier    bowers    than    Eden's 
bloom. 
Nor  sin  nor  sorrow  know  : 
Blest  seats  !  through  rude  and  stormy 
scenes, 
I  onward  press  to  you. 

Why  should  I  shrink  at  pain  and  V;oe, 

Or  feel  at  death  dismay? 
I've  Canaan's  goodly  land  in  view. 

And  realms  of  endless  day. 


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6  Apostles,  martyrs,  prophets,  there 

Around  my  Saviour  stand  ; 
And  soon  my  friends  in  Christ  below 
Will  join  the  glorious  band. 

7  Jerusalem,  my  happy  home  ! 

My  soul  still  pants  for  thee  ; 
Then  shall  my  labors  have  an  end, 
When  I  thy  joys  shall  see. 

Latin  Hymn  of  Eighth  Century. 

1091  c.M. 

1  "T^AIR    vision!     how    thy    distant 
\/  gleam 

Brightens  time's  saddest  hue  ! 
Far  fairer  than  the  fairest  dream. 
And  yet  how  strangely  true  ! 

2  With  thee  in  view,  how  poor  appear 

The  world's  most  winning  smiles  ! 
Vain  is  the  tempter's  subtlest  snare, 
And  vain  hell's  varied  w'iles. 

3  Then  welcome  toil,  and  care,  and  pain, 

And  welcome  sorrow  too  ; 

All  toil  is  rest,  all  grief  is  gain, 

With  such  a  prize  in  view. 

BONAR. 


■w 


1092  P.M. 

'E  dwell  this  side  of  Jordan's 
stream, 
Yet  oft  there  comes  a  shining  beam 

Across  from  yonder  shore  ; 
While  visions  of  a  holy  throng, 
And  sound  of  harp  and  seraph  song, 
Seem  gently  wafted  o'er. 

2  The  other  side  !  oh,  happy  place. 
Where  saints  in  joy  past  times  retrace, 
And  think  of  trials  gone, 


The  veil  withdrawn,  they  clearly  see, 
That  all  on  earth  had  need  to  be. 
To  bring  them  safely  home. 

The  other  side  !  oh  charming  side  ! 
Along  its  banks  still  waters  glide, 

And  many  a  loved  one  waits; 
Across  the  stream  they  call  to  me, 
"  Fear  not — we  stay  to  welcome  thee 

Beside  the  pearly  gates." 

The  other  side  !  the  other  side  ! 
Who  would  not  brave  the  swelling  tide 

Of  earthly  toil  and  care. 
To  wake  one  day,  when  life  is  past, 
Over  the  stream,  at  home  at  last. 

With  all  the  bless'd  ones  there  ? 

CJiorus. 

O  Zion,  city  fair  ! 

O  Zion,  city  fair  ! 

The  other  side,  the  other  side. 

When   shall   we  meet   our  loved 

ones  there  ? 

1093  P.M. 

JERUSALEM,  forever  bright. 
Chorus — Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
No  winter  there,  nor  chill  of  night. 
Chorus — Beautiful  land  of  rest ! 
The  dripping  cloud  is  chased  away, 
The  sun  shines  forth  in  endless  day. 

Jerusalem,  forever  free.     Cho. 
The  soul's  sweet  home  of  liberty  !   Cho. 
The  gyves  of  sin,  the  chains  of  woe. 
The  ransomed  there  will  never  know. 

Cho. 
Jerusalem,  forever  dear,     Cho. 
Thy  pearly  gates  almost  appear.    Cho. 


HEAVEN    ANTICIPATED. 


34;^ 


And  when  we  tread  thy  lovely  shore,    I 
We'll    sing     the     song     we've     sung 
before.  Cho.  I 

Chorus.  j 

Jerusalem,  the  beautiful  land  of  rest,  j 
Beautiful  land  !  beautiful  land  !  ; 

We  wait  impatient  to  behold  [ 

The  gates  of  pearl,  the  streets  of  gold,  i 
And  rest  secure  in  Jesus'  fold, 
In  the  beautiful  land  of  rest. 


'  K 


1094  CM. 

ROUND    the    throne  of  God   in 
heaven 

Thousands  of  children  stand  ; 
Children  whose  sins  are  all  forgiven, 
A  holy,  happy  band. 

2  In  flowing  robes  of  spotless  white 

See  every  one  arrayed  ; 
Dwelling  in  everlasting  light, 
And  joys  that  never  fade. 

3  What  brought  them  to  that  world  above, 

That  heav'n  so  bright  and  fair, 
Where  all  is  peace,  and  joy,  and  love  ; 
How  came  those  children  there  t 

4  Because  the  Saviour  shed  his  blood, 

To  wash  away  their  sin  ; 
Bathed  in  that  pure  and  precious  flood, 
Behold  them  white  and  clean  ! 

5  On  earth    they  sought   the    Saviour's 

grace. 
On  earth  they  loved  his  name  ; 
So  now  they  see  his  blessed  face. 
And  stand  before  the  Lamb. 

C/ioriis. 
Singing  glory,  glory, 
Glory  be  to  God  on  high. 

Anna  Shepherd. 


1095  CM. 

1  f~\  NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
V^     Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 
I  am  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  I  ever  have  been  before. 
Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  the  many  mansions  be  ; 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 

2  Nearer  the  bound  of  life 

Where  we  lay  our  burdens  down  ; 
Nearer  leaving  the  cross  ; 

Nearer  gaining  the  crown  ; 
But  lying  darkly  between. 

Winding  down  through  the  night, 
Is  the  deep  and  unknown  stream, 

That  leads  at  last  to  the  light. 

3  Father,  perfect  my  trust ! 

Strengthen  the  might  of  my  faith  ; 
Let  me  feel  as  I  would 

When   I  stand  on  the  rock  of  the 
shore  of  death — 
Feel  as  I  would  when  my  feet 

Are  slipping  over  the  brink  ; 
For  it  may  be,  I'm  nearer  home. 

Nearer  now  than  I  think. 


1096 


6s. 


I    /'^NE  sweetly  solemn  thought 
V^     Comes  to  me  o'er  and  o'er : 
I'm  nearer  home  to-day 

Than  I  have  been  before ; 
Nearer  my  Father's  house, 

Where  many  mansions  be. 
Nearer  the  great  white  throne, 

Nearer  the  crystal  sea. 


3M 


THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Nearer  the  bound  of  life, 

Where  burdens  are  laid  down, 
Nearer  to  leave  the  cross, 

And  nearer  to  the  crown ; 
But  lying  dark  between. 

And  winding  through  the  night, 
The  deep  and  unknown  stream 

Crossed  ere  we  reach  the  light. 

3  Jesus,  confirm  my  trust ; 

Strengthen  the  hand  of  faith 
To  feel  thee,  when  I  stand 

Upon  the  shore  of  death. 
Be  near  me  when  my  feet 

Are  slipping  o'er  the  brink  ; 
For  I  am  nearer  home. 

Perhaps,  than  now  I  think. 

Phcece  Gary. 

io97_  P.M. 

1  A  FTER  the  Christian's  tears, 
XjL  After  his  |  fights  and  |  fears, 
After  his  weary  cross, 

"All  things  be-  |  low  but  |  loss." 
What —  I  then.?  what  |  then? 

2  Oh,  then,  a  holy  calm. 
Resting  on  |  Jesus'  |  arm ; 
Oh,  then,  a  |  deeper  |  love 

For  the  ■  pure  |  home  a-  [  bove. 

3  After  this  holy  calm, 

This  rest  on  |  Jesus'  |  arm ; 
After  this  deepened  love 
For  the  pure  |  home  a-  |  bove. 
What —  I  then  ?  what  [  then .? 

4  Oh,  then,  a  work  for  him. 
Perishing  |  souls  to  |  win  ; 
Then  |  Jesus'  |  presence  |  near. 
Death's  |  darkest  '  hour  to  |  cheer. 

5  And  when  the  work  is  done. 
When  the  last  |  soul  is  |  won. 


When  Jesus'  love  and  power 
Have  cheered  the  |  dying  |  hour, 
What —  I  then  ?  what  |  then  ? 

1098  113 

1  T  N  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and 
1  light 

The  ransomed  are  simringfin  cfarments 

of  white. 
The  harpers  are  harping,  and  all  the 

bright  train 
Sing  the  song  of  redemption — "  The 

Lamb  that  was  slain." 

2  Like  the  sound  of  the  sea  swells  their 

chorus  of  praise 
Round  the   star-circled   crown  of  the 

Ancient  of  Days; 
And  thrones   and  dominions  re-echo 

the  strain 
Of  glory  eternal  to  him  that  was  slain. 

3  Dear  Saviour,  may  we,  with  our  voices 

so  faint. 
Sing  the   chorus   celestial  with  angel 

and  saint? 
Yes,  yes,  we   will   sing,  and  thine   ear 

we  will  gain 
With  the  song  of  redemption — "  The 

Lamb  that  was  slain." 

4  Now   let   our   hearts   and   our  voices 

unite 
In  loud  hallelujahs  with  angels  in  light  ; 
To   Jesus    we'll    sing  that  inelodious 

strain. 
The  song  of  redemption — "The  Lamb 

that  was  slain." 
Chorus. 

Hallelujah  to  the  Lamb, 

Hallelujah,  Amen.         e.  s.  Porter. 


HEAVEN    A  N  TICIP  A  TED. 


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1099  6S&SS. 

1  1  ^AR,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell,  on  the 
JL  winds  stealing, 

List    to    the    tolling    bell,    mournfully 

pealing ; 
Hark,  hark,  it  seems  to  saj-,  as  melt 

those  sounds  away. 
So  earthly  joys  decay,  whilst  new  their 

feeling ! 

2  Now  through  the  charmed  air,  on  the 

winds  stealing, 
List  to  the  mourner's  prayer,  solemnly 

bending  ; 
Hark,   hark,   it  seems   to  say,  turn 

from  those  joys  away. 
To  those  which  ne'er  decay,  for  life  is 

ending. 

3  So  when  our  mortal  ties  death  shall 

dissever, 
Lord,  may  we  reach   the   skies  where 

care  comes  never. 
And    in    eternal    day,    joining    the 

angels'  lay. 
To  our  Creator  pay  homage  forever. 

4  When  in  their  lonely  bed  loved  ones 

are  lying  ; 
When    joyful    wings    are    spread    to 

heaven  flying  ; 
Would  we  to  sin  and  pain  call  back 

their  souls  again, 
Weave  round   their  hearts   the  chain 

severed  in  dying  ? 

5  No,  dearest  Jesus,  no ;  to  thee,  their 

Saviour, 
Let  their  free  spirits  go,  ransomed  for- 
ever : 


Heirs  of  unending  joy,  theirs  is  the 
victory  ; 
Thine  let  the  glory  be,  now  and  for- 
ever. 


I  100 


L.  M. 


1  A  SLEEP  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep  ! 
±\.     From  which  none  ever  wake  to 

weep ; 
A  calm  and  undisturbed  repose, 
Unbroken  by  the  last  of  foes. 

2  Asleep  in  Jesus!  oh,  how  sweet 
To  be  for  such  a  slumber  meet! 
With  holy  confidence  to  sing 

That    death    hath    lost    its    venomed 
sting. 

3  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  peaceful  rest ! 
Whose  waking  is  supremely  blest ; 
No  fear — no  woe — shall  dim  the  hour 
That  manifests  the  Saviour's  power. 

4  Asleep  in  Jesus  !  oh,  for  me 
May  such  a  blissful  refuge  be  : 
Securely  shall  my  ashes  lie. 

And  wait  the  summons  from  on  high. 

5  AsleejD  in  Jesus  !  fiir  from  thee 

Thy   kindred    and   their   graves    may 

be: 
But  thine  is  still  a  blessed  sleep 
From  which  none  ever  wake  to  weep. 

Mrs.  JIackay. 


IIOI 


L.  M. 


I    T~\EAR   is  the  spot  where  Chris- 
JLy  tians  sleep. 

And  sweet  the  strains  their  spirits 
pour ; 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? — 
Thev  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Secure  from  every  mortal  care, 

By  sin  and  sorrow  vexed  no  more, 
Eternal  happiness  they  share 

Who  are  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 

3  To  Zion's  peaceful  courts  above 

In  faith  triumphant  may  we  soar. 
Embracing  in  the  arms  of  love. 

The  friends   not  lost,  but  gone  be- 
fore. 

4  To  Jordan's  bank  whene'er  we  come. 

And  hear  the  swelling  waters  roar, 
Jesus,  convey  us  safely  home, 
To  friends  not  lost,  but  gone  before. 


II02 


H 


L.  M. 


OW  blest  the  righteous  when  he 
dies  ! 

When  sinks  a  weary  soul  to  rest ! 
How  mildly  beam  the  closing  eyes  ! 
How    gently   heaves    the    expiring 
breast ! 

2  So  fades  a  summer  cloud  away ; 

So  sinks  the  gale  when  storms  are 
o'er; 
So  gently  shuts  the  eye  of  day; 
So  dies  a  wave  along  the  shore. 

3  A  holy  quiet  reigns  around, 

A  calm  which  life    nor   death   de- 
stroys ; 
And  naught  disturbs  that  peace  pro- 
found 

Which  the  unfettered  soul  enjoys. 

4  Farewell,  conflicting  hopes  and  fears, 

Where  lights   and  shades  alternate 
dwell ; 
How  bright  the  unchanging  morn  ap- 
pears ! 
Farewell,  inconstant  world,  farewell ! 


Life's  labor  done,  as  sinks  the  clay. 
Light  from  its  load  the  spirit  flies, 

While  heaven  and  earth  combine  to  say, 
"  How  blest  the  righteous  when  he 
dies!" 

Barbauld. 


w^ 


I  103  L.M. 

HY  should  we  start,  and  fear 
to  die ! 

What  timorous   worms  we   mortals 
are  ! 
Death  is  the  gate  of  endless  joy. 
And  yet  we  dread  to  enter  there. 

The  pains,  the  groans,  the  dying  strife 
Fright  our  approaching  souls  away ; 

We  still  shrink  back  again  to  life, 
Fond  of  our  prison  and  our  clay. 

Oh,  if  my  Lord  would  come  and  meet, 
My  soul  would  stretch  her  wings  in 
haste. 

Fly  fearless  through  death's  iron  gate, 
Nor  feel  the  terrors  as  she  passed ! 

Jesus  can  make  a  dying  bed 
Feel  soft  as  downy  pillows  are. 

While  on  his  breast  I  lean  my  head, 
And  breathe   my   life   out   sweetly 
there !  watts. 

I  104  L.  M. 

HOW  sweet  the  hour  of  closing 
day. 
When  all  is  peaceful  and  serene. 
And  when  the  sun,  with  cloudless  ray. 
Sheds  mellow  lustre  o'er  the  scene  ! 

Such  is  the  Christian's  parting  hour ; 
So  peacefully  he  sinks  to  rest ; 


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When  faith,  endued  from  heaven  with 
cheers    his    languid 


power, 
Sustains    and 
breast. 


3  Mark  but  that  radiance  of  his  eye, 

That  smile  upon  his  wasted  cheek  : 
They  tell  us  of  his  glory  nigh. 

In    language    that   no   tongue    can 
speak. 

4  Who  would  not  wish  to  die  like  those 

Whom  God's  own  Spirit  deigns  to 
bless  ? 
To  sink  into  that  soft  repose, 

Then  wake  to  perfect  happiness  ? 

Bathurst. 

I  105  L.M. 

1  O  AY  why  should  friendship  grieve 
k3         for  those 

Who  safe  arrive  on  Canaan's  shore .'' 
Released  from  all  their  hurtful  foes. 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 

2  How  many  painful  days  on  earth 

Their  fainting  spirits  numbered  o'er ! 
Now  they  enjoy  a  heavenly  birth ; 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 

3  Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep, 

And  sweet  the  strain  which  angels 
pour  ; 
Oh,  why  should  we  in  anguish  weep  ? 
They  are  not  lost — but  gone  before. 


I  106 


L.  M. 


I    t"^  O,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead, 
V_T     Go  to  thy  longed  for,   happy 

home  ! 
The  tears  of  man  are  o'er  thee  shed  ; 
The  voice  of  anjrels  bids  thee  come. 


If  life  be  not  in  length  of  days. 

In  silvered  locks  and  furrowed  brow. 

But  living  to  the  Saviour's  praise. 
How  few  have  lived  so  long  as  thou ! 

Though  earth  may  boast  one  gem  the 
less, 

May  not  e'en  heaven  the  richer  be  ? 
And  myriads  on  thy  footsteps  press. 

To  share  thy  blest  eternity. 

J.  N.  Brown. 

AS  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the 
morn. 
But  withers  in  the  rising  day. 
Thus  lovely  was  this  infant's  dawn. 
Thus  swiftly  fled  its  life  away. 

It  died  ere  its  expanding  soul 

Had  ever  burnt  with  wrong  desires, 

Had  ever  spurned  at  heaven's  control, 
Or  ever  quenched  its  sacred  fires. 

Yet  the  sad  hour  that  took  the  boy 
Perhaps  has  spared  a  heavier  doom  ; 

Snatched  him  from  scenes  of  guilty  joy, 
Or  from  the  pangs  of  ills  to  come. 

He  died  to  sin ;  he  died  to  care  ; 

But  for  a  moment  felt  the  rod  ; 
Then,  rising  on  the  viewless  air. 

Spread  his  light  wings,  and  soared 

to  LrOCl.  Cunningham. 

I  108  L.M. 

OH,  stay  thy  tears;  for  they  are 
blest. 
Whose  days  are  past,  whose  toil  is 
done  ; 
Here  midnight  care  disturbs  our  rest ; 
Here  sorrow  dims  the  noonday  sun. 


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2  How  blest  are    they  whose  transient 

years 
Pass  like  an  evening  meteor's  flight ! 
Not  dark  with  guilt,  nor  dim  with  tears  ; 
Whose  course  is  short,  unclouded, 
bright. 

3  Oh,  cheerless  were  our  lengthened  way ; 

But  heaven's  own  light  dispels  the 
gloom. 
Streams  downward  from  eternal  day. 
And  casts  a  glory  round  the  tomb. 

4  Oh,  stay  thy  tears ;  the  blest  above 

Have  hailed  a  spirit's  heavenly  birth 
And  simg  a  song  of  joy  and  love; 
Then  why  should  anguish  reign  on 

eai  tn  .  Norton. 

1  /""^  GOD,    thy   grace  and  blessing 
V^         give 

To  us,  who  on  thy  name  attend, 
That  we  this  mortal  life  may  live 
Regardful  of  our  journey's  end. 

2  Teach  us  to  know  that  Jesus  died, 

And  rose  again,  our  souls  to  save  ; 
Teach  us  to  take  him  as  our  guide, 
Our  help  from  childhood  to  the  grave. 

3  Then  shall  not  death  Vvith  terror  come. 

But  welcome  as  a  bidden  guest, 
The  herald  of  a  better  home. 

The  messenger  of  peace  and  rest. 

I  I  10 


I     T  T  OW  vain  is  all  beneatl 
Ax      How  transient  ev( 


L.  M. 

ath  the  skies ! 
ery  earthly 
bliss  ! 
How  slender  all  the  fondest  ties. 
That  bind  us  to  a  world  like  this  ! 


The  evening  cloud,  the  morning  dew, 
The    withering    grass,    the    fading 
flower. 

Of  earthly  hopes  are  emblems  true — 
The  glory  of  a  passing  hour  ! 

But   though   earth's    fairest  blossoms 
die, 

And  all  beneath  the  skies  is  vain, 
There  is  a  land,  whose  confines  lie 

Beyond  the  reach  of  care  and  pain. 


IIII 


L.  M. 


1  00  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower, 
w3   Frail,  smiling  solace  of  an  hour  ! 
So  soon  our  transient  comforts  fly, 
And  pleasure  only  blooms  to  die. 

2  Is  there  no  kind,  no  lenient  art 
To  heal  the  anguish  of  the  heart  ? 
Divine  Redeemer,  be  thou  nigh  : 
Thy  comforts  were  not  made  to  die  ! 

3  Then  gentle  Patience  smiles  on  Pain, 
And  dying  Hope  revives  again  ; 
Hope  wipes  the  tear  from  Sorrow's  eye. 
And  Faith  points  upward  to  the  sky. 

Steele. 

^  ^  ^2  CM. 

1  QWEET  thought,  my  God  !  that  on 
v3         the  palms 

Of  thy  most  holy  hands 
Are  graven  all  thy  people's  names, 
Though  countless  as  the  sands. 

2  Not  one  too  mean  to  have  his  place 

Amid  that  record  blest. 
And  if  but  there  our  names  are  found, 
We'll  share  the  heavenly  rest. 


DEATH    AND    IMMORTALITY 


i40 


How  can  we  then  jdeld  to  distrust, 

Or  think  we  are  forgot, 
While  sharing  thus  the  care  of  One 

Who  loves  and  chancres  not  ? 


I 


III3  lis. 

WOULD  not  live  alway  ;  I  ask  not 
to  stay 
Where  storm    after  storm  rises    dark 

o'er  the  way  ; 
The  few  lurid  mornings  that  dawn  on 

us  here 
Are  enough  for  life's  woes,  full  enough 
for  its  cheer. 

2  I  would  not  live   alway,  thus  fettered 

by  sin. 

Temptation  without  and  corruption 
within  : 

E'en  the  rapture  of  pardon  is  mingled 
with  fears, 

And  the  cup  of  thanksgiving  with  peni- 
tent tears. 

3  I  would  not  live   alway ;  no,  welcome 

the  tomb  ; 
Since  Jesus  hath  lain  there,  I  dread 

not  its  gloom  ; 
There  sweet  be  my  rest,  till  he  bid  me 

arise 
To  hail  him  in  triumph  descending  the 

skies. 

4  Who,  who  would  live  alway,  away  from 

his  God  ! 
Away  from  yon  heaven,   that  blissful 

abode, 
WHiere  the  rivers  of  pleasure  flow  o'er 

the  bright  plains. 
And  the   noontide    of  glory  eternally 

rei<rns : 


5  Where  the  saints  of  all  ages  in  harmony 
meet. 

Their  Saviour  and  brethren  transported 
to  greet. 

While  the  anthems  of  rapture  unceas- 
ingly roll. 

And  the  smile  of  the  Lord  is  the  feast 
of  the  soul. 

Muhlenberg. 

I  114  L.  M. 

1  T  T  NVEIL  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb, 

vJ       Take  this  new  treasure  to  thy 
trust ; 
And  give  these  sacred  relics  room, 
To  seek  a  slumber  in  the  dust. 

2  Nor  pain,  nor  grief,  nor  anxious  fear 

Invade  thy  bounds :  no  mortal  woes 
Can  reach  the  peaceful  sleeper  here, 
While  angels  watch  the  soft  I'epose. 

3  So  Jesus  slept ; — God's  dying  Son 

Passed  through  the  grave  and  blessed 

the  bed ; 
Rest  here,   blest    saint,  till    from   his 

throne 
The  morning  break,  and  pierce  the 

shade. 

4  Break    from    his    throne,     illustrious 

morn  ! 
Attend,  O  earth,  his  sovereign  word  ; 
Restore  thy  trust,  a  glorious  form. 
Called  to  ascend  and  meet  the  Lord. 

Watts. 

11^5  CM. 

HY   do   we    mourn   departing 

friends. 
Or  shake  at  death's  alarms  ? 
'Tis  but  the  voice  that  Jesus  sends, 
To  call  them  to  his  arms. 


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THE     CHRISTIAN    LIFE. 


2  Are  we  not  tending  upward,  too, 

As  fast  as  time  can  move  ? 
Nor  would  we  wish  the  hours  more 
slow, 
To  keep  us  from  our  love. 

3  Why  should  we  tremble  to  convey 

Their  bodies  to  the  tomb  ? 
There  the  dear  flesh  of  Jesus  lay, 
And  scattered  all  the  gloom. 

4  The  graves  of  all  the  saints  he  blessed. 

And  softened  every  bed  ; 
Where  should  the  dying  members  rest, 
But  with  the  dying  Head  ? 

5  Thence  he  arose,  ascending  high. 

And  showed  our  feet  the  way  ; 
Up  to  the  Lord  we,  too,  shall  fly. 
At  the  great  rising  day. 

6  Then  let  the  last  loud  trumpet  sound, 

And  bid  our  kindred  rise  ; 
Awake  !  ye  nations  under  ground  ; 
Ye  saints  !  ascend  the  skies. 


iii6 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  T  T  7HY  should  our  tears  in  sorrow 

VV  flow, 

When  God  recalls  his  own  ; 
And  bids  them  leave  a  world  of  woe 
For  an  immortal  crown  ? 

2  Is  not  e'en  death  a  gain  to  those 

Whose  life  to  God  was  given? 
Gladly  to  earth  their  eyes  they  close. 
To  open  them  in  heaven. 

3  Their  toils  are  past,  their  work  is  done, 

And  they  are  fully  blest : 
They  fought  the  fight,  the  victory  won. 
And  entered  into  rest. 


Then  let  our  sorrows  cease  to  flow, — 
God  has  recalled  his  own  ; 

And  let  our  hearts  in  every  woe. 
Still  say,—"  Thy  will  be  done  !" 

^^^7  CM. 

THERE  is  an  hour  when   I  must 
part 

With  all  I  hold  most  dear  ; 
And  life,  with  its  best  hopes,  will  then 

As  nothingness  appear. 
There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  sink 

Beneath  the  stroke  of  death  ; 
And  yield  to  him  who  gave  it  first. 

My  struggling  vital  breath. 
There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  stand 

Before  the  judgment-seat ; 
And  all  my  sins,  and  all  my  foes. 

In  awful  vision  meet. 
There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  look 

On  vast  eternity ; 
And  nameless  woe,  or  blissful  life. 

My  endless  portion  be. 
O  Saviour,  then,  in  all  my  need 

Be  near,  be  near  to  me  ; 
And  let  my  soul,  by  steadfast  fliith, 

Find  life  and  heaven  in  thee. 

IIl8  CM. 

HARK  !  from  the  tombs  a  warn- 
ing sound  ; 
My  ears,  attend  the  cry — 
"  Ye  living  men,  come  view  the  ground 

Where  you  must  shortly  lie. 
"  Princes,  this  clay  must  be  your  bed, 

In  spite  of  all  your  towers  ; 
The  tall,  the  wise,  the  reverend  head, 
Must  lie  as  low  as  ours." 


DEATH   AND    IMMORTALITY. 


3  Great  God,  is  this  our  certain  doom  ? 

And  are  we  still  secure  ? — 
Still  walking  downward  to  the  tomb, 
And  yet  prepare  no  more  ? 

4  Grant  us  the  power  of  quickening  grace, 

To  fit  our  souls  to  fly ; 
Then,  when  we  drop  this  dying  flesh. 
We'll  rise  above  the  sky.  Watts. 

I  I  19  CM. 

1  T  T  EAR  what  the  voice  from  heaven 
J.  X  proclaims 

For  all  the  pious  dead  ; 
Sweet  is  the  savor  of  their  names, 
And  soft  their  sleeping  bed. 

2  They  die  in  Jesus,  and  are  blest ; 

How  calm  their  slumbers  are ! 
From  sufferings  and  from  sin  released, 
And  freed  from  every  snare. 

3  Far  from  this  world  of  toil  and  strife, 

They're  present  with  the  Lord  ; 
The  labors  of  their  mortal  life 
End  in  a  larg:e  reward. 


II20 


Watts. 


C.  M. 


1  '"T^HE  once-loved  form,  now  cold 

J.  and  dead, 

Each  mournful  thought  employs  ; 
And  nature  weeps  her  comforts  fled, 
And  withered  all  her  joys. 

2  Hope  looks  beyond  the  bounds  of  time, 

When  what  we  now  deplore 

Shall  rise  in  full,  immortal  prime, 

And  bloom  to  fade  no  more. 

3  Cease,   then,  fond   nature,  cease   thy 

tears ; 
Thy  Saviour  dwells  on  high  ; 
There  everlasting  spring  appears  ; 
There  joys  shall  never  die.      Steele. 


II2I 


C.  M. 


1  '''  I  ^IS  Jesus  speaks  :  I  fold,  says  he, 

X       These  lambs  within  my  breast ; 
Protection  they  shall  find  in  me. 
In  me  be  ever  blest. 

2  Death  may  the  bands  of  life  unloose, 

But  can't  dissolve  my  love ; 
Millions  of  inflmt  souls  compose 
The  family  above. 

3  Their  feeble   frames  my  power  shall 

raise 
And  mould  with  heavenly  skill ; 
I'll  give  them  tongues  to  sing  my  praise. 
And  hands  to  do  my  will. 

4  His  words  the  happy  parents  hear. 

And  shout  with  joy  divine, 
O  Saviour,  all  we  have  and  are 
Shall  be  forever  thine ! 


Stennett. 


■Y' 


II22 


CM. 

E  mourning  saints,  whose  stream- 
ing tears 
Flow  o'er  your  children  dead, 
Say  not  in  transports  of  despair 
That  all  your  hopes  are  fled. 

2  If,  cleaving  to  that  darling  dust, 

In  fond  distress  ye  lie, 
Rise,  and  with  joy  and  reverence  view 
A  heavenly  Parent  nigh. 

3  Tho'  your  young  branches  torn  away, 

Like  withered  trunks  ye  stand, 
With  fairer  verdure  shall  ye  bloom. 
Touched  by  the  Almighty's  hand. 

4  I'll  give  the  mourner,  saith  the  Lord, 

In  my  own  house  a  place  ; 
No  names  of  daughters  nor  of  sons 
Could  yield  so  high  a  grace. 


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5  We  welcome,  Lord,  those  rising  tears, 
Through  which  thy  face  we  see  ; 
And  bless  those  wounds  which  through 
our  hearts 
Prepare  a  way  for  thee. 

Doddridge. 

THOU,  whose  filmed  and  fail- 
ing eye. 
Ere  yet  it  closed  in  death, 
Beheld  thy  mother's  agony 
The  shameful  cross  beneath  ! 

2  Remember    them,    like   her,    through 

whom 
The  sword  of  grief  is  driven. 
And  oh,  to  cheer  their  cheerless  gloom, 
Be  thy  dear  mercy  given ! 

3  Let  thine  own  word  of  tenderness 

Drop  on  them  from  above ; 
Its  music  shall  the  lone  heart  bless, 
Its  touch  shall  heal  with  love  ! 

4  O  Son  of  Mary  !  Son  of  God  ! 

The  way  of  mortal  ill 
By  thy  blest  feet  in  triumph  trod. 
Our  feet  are  treading  still ! 

5  But  not  with  strength  like  thine  we  go 

This  dark  and  dreadful  way  ; 
As  thou  wert  strengthened  in  thy  woe, 
So  strengthen  us,  we  pray! 


O 


II24 


A.  R.  Thompson. 


C.  M. 


H,  for  an  overcoming  faith. 
To  cheer  my  dying  hours  ; 
To  triumph  o'er  approaching  death, 
And  all  his  frightful  powers  ! 

2  Joyful,  with  all  the  strength  I  have. 
My  quivering  lips  should  sing, — 


"  Where  is  thy  boasted  victory,  grave ; 
And  where,  O  death,  thy  sting.''  " 

Now  to  the  God  of  victory 
Immortal  thanks  be  paid  ; — 

Who  makes  us  conquerors,  while  we 
die, 
Through  Christ,  our  living  Head  ! 

Watts. 

II25  c.M. 

^HROUGH    sorrow's    night,   and 
danger's  path, 
Amid  the  deepening  gloom, 
We,  followers  of  our  suffering  Lord, 
Are  marching  to  the  tomb. 

There,  when  the  turmoil  is  no  more. 

And  all  our  powers  decay, 
Our  cold  remains  in  solitude 

Shall  sleep  the  years  away. 

Our  labors  done,  securely  laid 

In  this  our  last  retreat. 
Unheeded  o'er  our  silent  dust 

The  storms  of  earth  shall  beat. 

Yet  not  thus  buried  or  extinct, 

The  vital  spark  shall  lie  ; 
For  o'er  life's  wreck  that  spark  shall 
rise 

To  seek  its  kindred  sky. 

These  ashes,  too,  this  little  dust, 
Our  Father's  care  shall  keep. 

Till  the  last  angel  rise  and  break 
The  long  and  dreary  sleep. 

Then  love's  soft  dew  o'er  every  eye 
Shall  shed  its  mildest  rays. 

And  the  long-silent  voice  awake 
With  shouts  of  endless  praise, 

H.  K.  White. 


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353 


w 


1126  c.  M. 

"HEN  downward  to  the   dark- 
some tomb 
I  thoughtful  turn  my  eyes, 
Frail  nature  trembles  at  the  gloom, 
And  anxious  fears  arise. 

2  Why  shrinks  my  soul  ?—  in  death's  em- 

brace 
Once  Jesus  captive  slept ; 
And  angels,  hovering  o'er  the  place, 
His  lowly  pillow  kept. 

3  Thus   shall   they   guard    my    sleeping 

dust. 
And,  as  the  Saviour  rose. 
The  grave  again  shall  yield  her  trust. 
And  end  my  deep  repose. 

4  My  Lord,  before  to  glory  gone. 

Shall  bid  me  come  away  ; 
And  calm  and  bright  shall  break  the 
daw'u 
Of  heaven's  eternal  day. 

5  Then  let  my  faith  each  fear  dispel, 

And  gild  with  light  the  grave  ; 
To  him  my  loftiest  praises  swell, 
Who  died  from  death  to  save. 

R.\v  Palmer. 

1127  c.M. 

1  A  NOTHER  hand  is  beckoning  us, 
ir\.     Another  call  is  given  ; 

And  glows  once  more  with  angel  steps 
The  path  that  leads  to  heaven. 

2  Unto  our  Father's  will  alone 

One  thought  hath  reconciled  ; 
That  he  whose  love  exceedeth  ours 
Hath  taken  home  his  child. 
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3  Fold  her,  O  Father,  in  thine  arms, 

And  let  her  henceforth  be 
A  new  and  lasting  tie  between 
Our  human  hearts  and  thee. 

4  Still  let  her  mild  rebukings  stand 

Between  us  and  the  wrong, 
Ana  her  dear  memory  serve  to  inake 
Our  faith  in  goodness  strong. 

Whittier. 

II28  C.M. 

ed   by  sudden  storms,   the 
ose 
Sinks  on  the  garden's  breast, 
Down  to  the  grave  our  brother  goes, 
In  silence  there  to  rest. 


I      AS,  bow€ 
£\        10 


2  No  more  with  us  his  tuneful  voice 

The  hymn  of  praise  shall  swell, 
No  more  his  cheerful  heart  rejoice 
When  peals  the  Sabbath  bell. 

3  Yet,  if,  in  yonder  cloudless  sphere, 

Amid  a  sinless  throng, 
He  utters  in  his  Saviour's  ear 
The  everlastinG:  son<j, — 

4  No  more  we'll  mourn  the  absent  friend. 

But  lift  our  earnest  prayer, 
And  daily  every  effort  bend 
To  rise  and  join  him  there. 

L.  H.  SiGOUKNEV. 

II29  C.M. 

I    T3  EHOLD    the    western    evening 
JD         light! 

It  melts  in  deepening  gloom  : 
So  calmly  Christians  sink  away, 
Descending  to  the  tomb. 


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2  The  winds  breathe  low,  the  withering 

leaf 
Scarce  whispers  from  the  tree : 
So  gently  flows  the  parting  breath, 
When  good  men  cease  to  be. 

3  How  beautiful  on  all  the  hills 

The  crimson  light  is  shed  ! 
'Tis  like  the  peace  the  Christian  gives 
To  mourners  round  his  bed. 

4  How  mildly  on  the  wandering  cloud 

The  sunset  beam  is  cast ! 
'Tis  like  the  memory  left  behind 
When  loved  ones  breathe  their  last. 

5  And  now  above  the  dews  of  night 

The  rising  star  appears  : 
So  faith  springs  in  the  heart  of  those 
Whose  eyes  are  bathed  in  tears. 

6  But  soon  the  morning's  happier  light 

Its  glory  shall  restore, 
And  eyelids  that  are  sealed  in  death 
Shall  wake  to  close  no  more. 

Peabodv. 


J  130  S.M. 

T  is  not  death  to  die — 
To  leave  this  weary  road, 
And,  'mid  the  brotherhood  on  high. 
To  be  at  home  with  God. 


I 


2  It  is  not  death  to  close 

The  eye  long  dimmed  by  tears, 
And  wake,  in  glorious  repose 
To  spend  eternal  years. 

3  It  is  not  death  to  bear 

The  wrench  that  sets  us  free 
From  dungeon  chain, — to  breathe  the 
air 
Of  boundless  libertv. 


4  It  is  not  death  to  fling 

Aside  this  sinful  dust. 
And  rise,  on  strong  exulting  wing, 
To  live  among  the  just. 

5  Jesus,  thou  Prince  of  life  ! 

Thy  chosen  cannot  die  ; 
Like  thee,  they  conquer  in  the  strife, 
To  reign  with  thee  on  high. 

Bethune. 

I  13  I  S.M. 

1  A  FEW  more  years  shall  roll, 
ir\.     A  few  more  seasons  come  ; 
And  we  shall  be  with  those  that  rest, 

Asleep  within  the  tomb  ; — 

2  A  few  more  storms  shall  beat 

On  this  wild  rocky  shore ; 
And  we  shall  be  where  tempests  cease. 
And  surges  swell  no  more : — 

3  A  few  more  struggles  here, 

A  few  more  partings  o'er, 
A  few  more  toils,  a  few  more  tears, 
And  we  shall  weep  no  more  : — 

4  Then,  O  my  Lord,  prepare 

My  soul  for  that  blest  day ; 
Oh,  wash  me  in  thy  precious  blood. 
And  take  my  sins  away  ! 


■R 


1132 


BoNAR. 

S.  M. 


EST  for  the  toiling  hand, 
Rest  for  the  anxious  brow. 
Rest  for  the  weary,  way-worn  feet. 
Rest  from  all  labor  now : — 


2  Rest  for  the  fevered  brain. 
Rest  for  the  throbbing  eye  ; 
Through  these  parched  lips  of  thine 
no  more 
Shall  pass  the  moan  or  sigh. 


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3  Soon  shall  the  trump  of  God 

Give  out  the  welcome  sound, 
That  shakes  thy  silent  chamber-walls, 
And  breaks  the  sealed  ground. 

4  Ye  dwellers  in  the  dust 

Awake  !  come  forth  and  sing ; 
Sharp  has  your  frost  of  winter  been. 
But  bright  shall  be  your  spring. 

5  'Twas  sown  in  weakness  here  : 

'Twill  then  be  raised  in  power ; 
That  which  was  sown  an  earthly  seed. 
Shall  rise  a  heavenly  flower ! 

BoNAR. 

^m         s.M. 

1  "  'pOREVER  with  the  Lord  !" 

X         So,  Jesus,  let  it  be  ; 
Life  from  the  dead  is  in  that  word  ; 
'Tis  immortality. 

2  Here,  in  the  body  pent. 

Absent  from  thee  I  roam  : 
Yet  nightly  pitch  my  moving  tent 
A  day's  march  nearer  home. 

3  My  Father's  house  on  high. 

Home  of  my  soul  !  how  near. 
At  times,  to  faith's  aspiring  eye^ 
Thy  golden  gates  appear  ! 

4  "  Forever  with  the  Lord  !" 

Father,  if  'tis  thy  will. 
The  promise  of  thy  gracious  word 
Ev'n  here  to  me  fulfill. 

Montgomery. 

^^34  s.M. 

I    /'~\  H,  for  the  death  of  those 
V_^     Who  slumber  in  the  Lord  ! 
Oh,  be  like  theirs  my  last  repose, 
Like  theirs  my  last  reward  ! 


2  Their  bodies  in  the  ground, 

In  silent  hope  may  lie, 
Till  the  last  trumpet's  joyful  sound 
Shall  call  them  to  the  sky. 

3  Their  ransomed  spirits  soar 

On  wings  of  faith  and  love, 

To  meet  the  Saviour  they  adore, 

And  reign  with  him  above. 

4  With  us  their  names  shall  live 

Through  long  succeeding  years. 
Embalmed   with    all    our    hearts   can 
give. 
Our  praises  and  our  tears. 


^ns 


Lyte. 


S.  M. 


1  "  QERVANT  of  God,  well  done, 

>s3     Rest  from  thy  loved  employ; 
The  battle  fought,  the  vict'ry  won, 
Enter  thy  Master's  joy." 

2  The  voice  at  midnight  came. 

He  started  up  to  hear ; 
A  mortal  arrow  pierced  his  frame, 
He  fell — but  felt  no  fear. 

3  Tranquil  amidst  alarms, 

It  found  him  on  the  field, 
A  veteran  slumbering  on  his  arms, 
Beneath  his  red-cross  shield. 

4  The  pains  of  death  are  past, 

Labor  and  sorrow  cease  ; 
And,  life's  long  warfare  closed  at  last, 
His  soul  is  found  in  peace. 

5  Soldier  of  Christ,  well  done  ! 

Praise  be  thy  new  employ ; 
And  while  eternal  ages  run. 
Rest  in  thy  Saviour's  joy. 

MONTCOMERV. 


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'  K 


^136  s.M. 

ND  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 
For  weary  souls  designed, 
Where  not  a  care  shall  stir  the  breast, 
Or  sorrow  entrance  find  ? 

2  Is  there  a  blissful  home 

Where  kindred  minds  shall  meet, 
And  live,  and  love,  nor  ever  roam 
From  that  serene  retreat  ? 

3  Are  there  bright,  happy  fields 

Where  nought  that  blooms  shall  die. 
Where  each  new  scene  fi'esh  pleasure 
yields, 
And  healthfijl  breezes  sigh  ? 

4  Forever  blessed  they 

Whose  joy  fill  feet  shall  stand, 

While  endless  ages  waste  away, 

Amid  that  glorious  land 


II37 


R.\Y  Palmer. 


S.  M. 


1  A  ND  must  this  body  die, 
Jl\.     This  mortal  frame  decay, 
And  must  these  active  limbs  of  mine 

Lie  mouldering  in  the  clay  ? 

2  God,  my  Redemer,  lives, 

And  ever  from  the  skies 
Looks  down  and  watches  all  my  dust. 
Till  he  shall  bid  it  rise. 

3  Arrayed  in  glorious  grace. 

Shall  these  vile  bodies  shine. 
And  every  shape  and  every  face 
Look  heavenly  and  divine. 

4  These  lively  hopes  we  owe 

To  Jesus'  dying  love; 
We  would  adore  his  grace  below. 
And  sing  his  power  above. 

Watts. 


1138 


8s  &  7s. 

1  T)  ASTOR,  thou  art  from  us  taken 
X         In  the  glory  of  thy  years. 

As  the  oak,  by  tempests  shaken, 
Falls  ere  time  its  verdure  sears. 

2  Here,  where  oft  thy  lip  hath  taught  us 

Of  the  Lamb  who  died  to  save, — 
Where  thy  guiding  hand  hath  brought 
us 
To  the  deep,  baptismal  wave, — 

3  Pale  and  cold  we  see  thee  lying 

In  God's  temple,  once  so  dear, 
And  the  mourners'  bitter  sighing 
Falls  unheeded  on  thine  ear. 

4  All  thy  love  and  zeal,  to  lead  us 

Where  immortal  fountains  flow, 
And  on  living  bread  to  feed  us, 
In  our  fond  remembrance  glow. 

5  May  the  conquering  faith  that  cheered 

thee 
When  thy  foot  on  Jordan  pressed, 
Guide  our  spirits  while  we  leave  thee 
In  the  tomb  that  Jesus  blessed. 

L.   H.  SiCOUKNET. 

^^39  8s&7s. 

ROTHER,    rest    from    sin    and 
sorrow  ; 
Death  is  o'er,  and  life  is  won  ; 
On  thy  slumber  dawns  no  morrow  : 
Rest ;  thine  earthly  race  is  run. 

2  Brother,  wake  ;  the  night  is  waning  ; 

Endless  day  is  round  thee  poured  ; 
Enter  thou  the  rest  remaining 
For  the  people  of  the  Lord. 

3  Brother,  wake  ;  for  he  who  loved  thee, 

He  wlio  died  that  thou  mightst  live. 


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He  who  graciously  approved  thee, 
Waits  thy  crown  of  joy  to  give. 

Fare  thee  well ;  though  woe  is  blending 
With  the  tones  of  earthly  love, 

Triumph  high  and  joy  unending- 
Wait  thee  in  the  realms  above. 

Bap.  Memorial. 


8s  &  7s. 
cease    to 


I  140 

1  /~^EASE,   ye    mourners, 
V_^  languish 

O'er  the  grave  of  those  you  love  ; 
Pain,    and     death,    and    night,     and 
anguish, 
Enter  not  the  world  above. 

2  While  our  silent  steps  are  straying, 

Lonely,   through   night's   deepening 
shade, 
Glory's  brightest  beams  are  playing 
Round  the  happy  Christian's  head. 

3  Light  and  peace  at  once  deriving 

From  the  hand  of  God  most  high, 
In  his  glorious  presence  living. 
They  shall  never,  never  die. 

4  Endless  pleasure,  pain  excluding. 

Sickness,  there,  no  more  can  come ; 
There,  no  fear  of  woe,  intruding, 
Sheds  o'er  heaven  a  moment's  gloom. 

COLLYER. 


'S 


^^4^  Ss&7s. 

ISTER,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely, 
Gentle  as  the  summer. breeze, 
Pleasant  as  the  air  of  evening, 

When  it  floats  among  the  trees. 
Peaceful  be  thy  silent  slumber — 

Peaceful  in  the  grave  so  low : 
Thou  no  more  wilt  join  our  number; 
Thou  no  more  our  sonars  shalt  know. 


Dearest  sister,  thou  hast  left  us, 

Here  thy  loss  we  deeply  feel ; 
But  'tis  God  that  hath  bereft  us. 

He  can  all  our  sorrows  heal. 
Yet  again  we  hope  to  meet  thee, 

When  the  day  of  life  is  fled ; 
Then  in  heaven  with  joy  to  greet  thee, 

Where  no  farewell  tear  is  shed. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


'W^ 


^^42  8s&7s. 

HAT  is  life  ?   'tis  but  a  vapor. 
Soon  it  vanishes  away, 
Life  is  but  a  dying  taper — 
O  my  soul,  why  wish  to  stay  ? 

Why  not  spread  thy  wings  and  fly 
Straight  to  yonder  world  of  joy? 
See  that  glory,  how  resplendent ! 
Brighter  far  than  fancy  paints ; 
There,  in  majesty  transcendent, 
Jesus  reigns  the  King  of  saints. 
Why  not  spread,  etc. 
Go,  and  share  His  people's  glor}', 

'Midst  the  ransomed  crowd  appear; 
Thine  a  joyful,  wondrous  story. 
One  that  angels  love  to  hear. 
Why  not  spread,  etc. 

I  143  S.H.M. 

FRIEND  after  friend  departs, 
Who  has  not  lost  a  friend } 
There  is  no  union  here  of  hearts 

That  finds  not  here  an  end  : 
Were  this  frail  world  our  only  rest, 
Living  or  dying,  none  were  blest. 
Beyond  the  flight  of  time, 

Beyond  this  vale  of  death, 
There  surely  is  some  blessed  clime 

Where  life  is  not  a  breath. 


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Nor  life's  affections  transient  fire, 
Whose  sparks  fly  upward  and  expire. 

3  There  is  a  world  above 

Where  parting  is  unknown  ; 
A  whole  eternity  of  love 

Formed  for  the  good  alone ; 
And  faith  beholds  the  dying  here 
Translated  to  that  happier  sphere. 

4  Thus  star  by  star  declines 

Till  all  are  passed  away, 
As  morning  high  and  higher  shines 

To  pure  and  perfect  day  ; 
Nor  sink  those  stars  in  empty  night ; 
They  hide  themselves  in  heaven's  own 


light. 


Montgomery, 


I  144  7,6,7,7,6. 

1  T^T  O,  no,  it  is  not  dying 
J.  >|       To  go  unto  our  God, 
This  gloomy  earth  forsaking. 
Our  journey  homeward  taking 

Along  the  starry  road. 

2  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

Heaven's  citizen  to  be ; 
A  crown  immortal  wearing, 
And  rest  unbroken  sharing. 

From  care  and  conflict  free. 

3  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  hear  this  gracious  word, 
"  Receive  a  Father's  blessing, 
Forevermore  possessing 

The  favor  of  thy  Lord." 

4  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

The  Shepherd's  voice  to  know ; 
His  sheep  he  ever  leadeth. 
His  peaceful  flock  he  feedeth. 

Where  living  pastures  grow. 


5  No,  no,  it  is  not  dying 

To  wear  a  lordly  crown  ; 
Among  God's  people  dwelling, 
The  glorious  triumph  swelling 

Of  him  whose  sway  we  own. 

6  Oh,  no,  this  is  not  dying. 

Thou  Saviour  of  mankind  ! 
There,  streams  of  love  are  flowing. 
No  hindrance  ever  knowing  ; 

Here,  drops  alone  we  find. 

Malan. 

^^45  7s  &8s. 

1  ''T^ENDER    Shepherd,    thou    hast 

i  stilled 

Now  thy  little  lamb's  brief  weeping ; 
Ah,  how  peaceful,  pale  and  mild. 
In  its  narrow  bed  'tis  sleeping, 
And  no  sign  of  anguish  sore 
Heaves  that  little  bosom  more. 

2  In  this  world  of  care  and  pain, 

Lord,  thou  wouldst  no  longer  leave  it ; 
To  the  sunny,  heavenly  plain 

Thou  dost  now  with  joy  receive  it ; 
Clothed  in  robes  of  spotless  white. 
Now  it  dwells  with  thee  in  light. 

3  Ah,  Lord  Jesus,  grant  that,  we 

Where  it  lives  may  soon  be  living, 
And  the  lovely  pastures  see 

That  its  heavenly  food  are  giving ; 
Then  the  gain  of  death  we  prove, 
Though  thou  take  what  most  we  love. 

Meinhold. 


B 


I  14.6  p,  M. 

EYOND  the  smiling  and  the  weep- 


ing, I 
I  shall  be  soon  ; 


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Beyond  the  waking  and  the  sleeping,  | 
Beyond  the  sowing  and  the  reaping,  ] 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

2  Beyond  the  blooming  and  the  fading,  | 

I  shall  be  soon ;  || 
Beyond  the  shining  and  the  shading,  | 
Beyond  the  hoping  and  the  dreading,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home! 

Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

3  Beyond  the  rising  and  the  setting,  | 

I  shall  be  soon  ;  || 
Beyond  the  calming  and  the  fretting,  | 
Beyond  remembering  and  forgetting,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

4  Beyond  the  parting  and  the  meeting,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Beyond  the  farewell  and  the  greeting,  | 
Beyond  the  pulse's  fever  beating,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

5  Beyond  the  frost-chain  and  the  fever,  | 

I  shall  be  soon ;  || 
Beyond  the  rock-waste  and  the  river,  | 
Beyond  the  ever  and  the  never,  | 

I  shall  be  soon.  || 
Love,  rest,  and  home  !     Sweet  home  ! 
Lord,  tarry  not,  but  come. 

BONAK. 


1147 

1  /"~\H,  for  the  peace  which  floweth 
V_>^         like  a  river. 

Making  life's  desert   places  bloom 

and  smile  ! 
Oh,    for   the    faith  to   grasp  heaven's 

bright  "  forever," 
Amid  the  shadows  of  earth's  "  little 

while !  " 

2  A  little  while  for  patient  vigil-keeping, 

To  face  the  storm,  to  battle  with  the 

strong  ; 
A  little   while   to    sow  the  seed  with 

weeping. 
Then  bind  the  sheaves  and  sing  the 

harvest  home ! 

3  A   little   while    the    earthen    pitcher 

taking 
To    wayside    brooks     from    far-off 

fountains  fed ; 
Then    the   cool    lip  its  thirst   forever 

slaking 
Beside  the  fullness  of  the  fountain 

head  ! 

4  A  little   while    to  keep  the   oil    from 

failing, 
A  little  while  faith's  flickering  lamp 

to  trim ; 
And    then    the   Bridegroom's  coming 

footsteps  hailing. 
To   haste    to   meet    him   with   the 

bridal  hymn ! 

5  And  he  who  is  himself  the  Gift  and 

Giver, — 
The    future  glory  and  the   present 
smile, — 


360 


OCCASIONAL, 


With  the  bright  promise  of  the  glad 
forever 
Will  light  the  shadows  of  the  "  little 

while  !  "  Jane  Crewuson. 

I  ^4-^     lOs  &6s.  P. 
"ID  the    pastures  green    of  the 
blessed  isles, 
Where  never  is  heat  or  cold, 
Where  the  light  of  life  is  the   Shep- 
herd's smile, 
Are  the  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold. 
Where  the  lilies  blossom  in  fadeless 
spring, 
And  never  a  heart  grows  old, 


Where  the  glad  new  song  is  the  song 
they  sing. 
Are  the  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold. 

There    are    tiny   mounds    where   the 
hopes  of  earth. 
Were  laid  'neath  the  tear-wet  mold, 
But  the  light  that  paled  at  the  stricken 
hearth, 
Was  joy  to  the  Upper  Fold  : 
Oh,   the   white    stone  beareth  a  new 
name  now. 
That  never  on  earth  was  told. 
And  the  tender  Shepherd  doth  guard 
with  care 
The  lambs  of  the  Upper  Fold. 


OCCASIONAL. 


I  149  L.M. 

1  ''  I  "'HE  heavens   declare   thy  glory, 

i  Lord, 

In  every  star  thy  wisdom  shines  ; 

But  when  our  eyes  behold  thy  word, 

We  read  thy  name  in  fairer  lines. 

2  The  rolling  sun,  the  changing  light, 

And  nights  and  days  thy  power  con- 
fess ; 
But  the  blest  volume  thou  hast  writ, 
Reveals  thy  justice  and  thy  grace. 

3  Sun,  moon,  and  stars  convey  thy  praise 

Round  the  whole  earth,  and  never 
stand ; 


So  when  thy  truth  began  its  race, 
It   touched  and  glanced  on   every 
land. 

4  Nor  shall  thy  spreading  gospel  rest. 

Till  through  the  world  thy  truth  has 
run  ; 
Till  Christ  has  all  the  nations  blest, 
That  see  the  light,  or  feel  the  sun. 

5  Great  Sun  of  Righteousness,  arise  ; 

Bless  the  dark  world  with  heavenly 
light  ; 
Thy  gospel  makes  the  simple  wise  ; 
Thy  laws  are  pure,  thy  judgments 
right. 

Watts. 


THE     SCRIPTURES. 


361 


I    r^OVi,\ 
VJ   Mak 


1150  L.M. 

in  the  gospel  of  his  Son, 
es     his     eternal     counsels 
known, 
Where  love  in  all  its  glory  shines. 
And  truth  is  drawn  in  fairest  lines. 

2  Here  sinners  of  a  humble  frame 
May  taste  his  grace,  and  learn  his  name ; 
May  read,  in  characters  of  blood, 
The  wisdom,  power,  and  grace  of  God. 

3  Here  foith  reveals  to  mortal  eyes 

A  brighter  world  beyond  the  skies ; 
Here  shines  the  light  which  guides  our 

way 
From  earth  to  realms  of  endless  day. 

4  Oh  grant  us  grace,  Almighty  Lord, 
To  read  and  mark  thy  holy  word, 
Its  truths  with  meekness  to  receive, 
And  by  its  holy  precepts  live. 

Beddome. 

1^51  L.M. 

1  "TV  T  OW  let  my  soul,  Eternal  King, 
X.  >j     To    thee    its    grateful    tribute 

bring ; 
My  knee,  with  humble  homage,  bow ; 
My  tongue  perform  its  solemn  vow. 

2  All  nature  sings  thy  boundless  love. 
In  worlds  below  and  worlds  above  ; 
But  in  thy  blessed  word  I  trace 
Diviner  wonders  of  thy  grace. 

3  There  Jesus  bids  my  sorrows  cease. 
And    gives    my    lab'ring    conscience 

peace  ; 
Raises  my  grateful  passions  high, 
And  points  to  mansions  in  the  sky. 


4  For  love  like  this,  oh,  let  my  song, 
Through  endless  years,  thy  praise  j^ro- 

long  : 
Let  distant  climes  thy  name  adore, 
Till  time  and  nature  are  no  more. 

HlGINEOTHEM. 

"52  L.M. 

1  T   LOVE  the  sacred  Book  of  God  ! 
J.      No  other  can  its  place  supply ; 

It  points  me  to  his  own  abode  ; 
It  gives  me  wings,  and  bids  me  fly. 

2  Sweet  Book!  in  thee  my  eyes  discern 

The  very  image  of  my  Lord  ; 
From  thine  instructive  page  I  learn 
The  joys  his  presence  will  afford. 

3  In  thee  I  read  my  title  clear 

To  mansions  that  will  ne'er  decay; — 
Dear  Lord,  oh,  when  wilt  thou  appear, 
And  bear  thy  prisoner  away.-* 

4  While  I  am  here,  these  leaves  supply 

His  place,  and  tell  me  of  his  love; 
I  read  with  faith's  discerning  eye, 
And  gain  a  glimpse  of  joys  above. 

5  I  know  in  them  the  Spirit  breathes 

To  animate  his  people  here  ; 
Oh,  may  these  truths  prove  life  to  all. 
Till  in  his  presence  we  appear. 

Kelly. 

^"^Sl,  L.M. 

HE  starry  firmament  on  high, 
And  all  the  glories  of  the  sky, 
Yet  shine  not  to  thy  praise,  O  Lord, 
So  brightly  as  thy  written  word. 

2  The  hopes  that  holy  word  supplies, 
Its  truths  divine  and  precepts  wise. 


362 


OCCA  SIGNAL, 


In  each  a  heavenly  beam  I  see, 
And  every  beam  conducts  to  thee. 

3  Ahnighty  Lord,  the  sun  shall  fail, 
And  moon  forget  her  nightly  tale, 
The  deepest  silence  hush  on  high 
The  radiant  chorus  of  the  sky  ; — 

4  But  fixed  for  everlasting  years. 
Unmoved,  amid  the  wreck  of  spheres. 
Thy   word    shall    shine    in    cloudless 

day, 
When  heaven  and  earth  have  passed 

away.  Grant. 

I  154  L.M. 

1  T  T  PON  the  Gospel's  saered  page 

\_J       The   gathered  beams-  of  ages 

shine  ; 
And,  as  it  hastens,  every  age 

But     makes     its    brightness    more 
divine. 

2  On  mightier  wing,  in  loftier  flight. 

From  year  to  year  does  knowledge 
soar ; 
And,  as  it  soars,  the  Gospel  light 
Becomes  effulgent  more  and  more. 

3  More  glorious  still,  as  centuries  roll. 

New  regions  blest,  new  powers  un- 
furled. 
Expanding  with  the  expanding  soul, 

Its    radiance     shall     o'erflow     the 
world, — 

4  Flow  to  restore,  but  not  destroy ; 

As  when  the  cloudless  lamp  of  day 
Pours  out  its  floods  of  light  and  ]oy, 
And    sweeps    the    lingering    mists 

a-Way.  Bowsing. 


II55  CM. 

1  TT  /"HAT   glory   gilds   the    sacred 

VV  page. 

Majestic,  like  the  sun  ; 
It  gives  a  light  to  every  age; 
It  gives,  but  borrows  none. 

2  The  hand  that  gave  it  still  supplies 

The  gracious  light  and  heat ; 
Its  truth  upon  the  nations  rise — 
They  rise,  but  never  set. 

3  Let  everlasting  thanks  be  thine 

For  such  a  bright  display. 
As  makes  a  world  of  darkness  shine 
With  beams  of  heavenly  day. 


II56 


COWPEK. 


C.  M. 


1  I   "'ATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 
X        What  endless  glory  shines  ! 

Forever  be  thy  name  adored 
For  these  celestial  lines  ! 

2  Here  the  Redeemer's  welcome  voice 

Spreads  heavenly  peace  around  ; 
And  life  and  everlasting  joys 
Attend  the  blissful  sound. 

3  Here  springs  of  consolation  rise. 

To  cheer  the  fainting  mind  ; 

And  thirsty  souls  receive  supplies, 

And  sweet  refreshment  find. 

Steele. 


II57 


C.  M. 


I    T  AMP  of  our  feet !  whereby  we  trace 

\ J        Our  path,  when  wont  to  stray ; 

Stream    from    the   fount   of  heavenly 
grace  ! 
Brook  by  the  traveler's  way  ! 


THE     SCRIPTURES. 


3GJ 


2  Bread  of  our  souls  !  whereon  we  feed  ; 

True  manna  from  on  high  ! 
Our  guide  !  our  chart !  wherein  we  read 
Of  realms  beyond  the  sky. 

3  Pillar  of  fire,  through  watches  dark  ! 

Or  radiant  cloud  by  day  ! 
When  waves  would  whehn  our  tossing 
bark, 
Our  anchor  and  our  stay  ! 

4  Childhood's     preceptor !      manhood's 

trust  ! 
Old  age's  firm  ally  ! 
Our  hope,  when  we  go  down  to  dust, 
Of  immortality ! 


1158 


Bakton. 


C.  M. 


1  TADEN  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears, 
J y         I  fly  to  thee,  my  Lord  ; 

And  not  a  ray  of  hope  appears. 
But  in  thy  written  word. 

2  The  volume  of  my  Father's  grace 

Does  all  my  grief  assuage  ; 
Here  I  behold  my  Saviour's  face 
In  almost  ev'ry  page. 

3  This  is  the  field  where  hidden  lies 

The  pearl  of  price  unknown  ; 
That  merchant  is  divinely  wise 
Who  makes  the  pearl  his  own. 

4  This  is  the  judge  that  ends  the  strife 

Where  wit  and  reason  fail  ; 
My  guide  to  everlasting  life 
Through  all  this  gloomy  vale. 

Watts. 


"59  CM. 

1  IT  OW  precious  is  the  book  divine, 
Jni  By  inspiration  given  ! 

Bright  as  a  lamp  its  doctrines  shine 
To  lead  our  souls  to  heaven, 

2  O'er  all  the  strait  and  narrow  way 

Its  radiant  beams  are  cast ; 
A  light  whose  never  weary  ray 
Grows  brightest  at  the  last. 

3  It  sweetly  cheers  our  fainting  hearts 

In  this  dark  vale  of  tears  ; 
Life,  light,  and  comfort  it  imparts, 
And  calms  our  anxious  fears. 

4  This  lamp  through  all  the  dreary  night 

Of  life  shall  guide  our  waj^. 
Till  we  behold  the  clearer  light 
Of  an  eternal  day. 


I  160 


Rippon's  Coll. 


C.  M. 


I  'T^HOU  lov 
1  light, 


ely  Source  of  true  de- 


Whom  I  unseen  adore  ! 
Unvail  thy  beauties  to  my  sight, 
That  I  may  love  thee  more. 

2  Thy  glory  o'er  creation  shines  ; 

But  in  thy  sacred  word, 
I  read  in  fairer,  brighter  lines, 
My  bleeding,  dying  Lord. 

3  'Tis  here,  whene'er  my  comforts  droop, 

And  sins  and  sorrows  rise. 
Thy  love  with  cheerful  beams  of  hope, 
My  fainting  heart  supplies. 

4  Jesus,  my  Lord,  my  life,  my  light. 

Oh  !  come  with  blissful  ray  ; 
Break  radiant  thro'  the  shades  of  night, 
And  chase  my  fears  away. 

Steele. 


364 


OCCA  SIONAL. 


H' 


I161  c.  M. 

'OW  shall  the  young  secure  their 
hearts, 

And  guard  their  lives  from  sin  ? 

Thy  word  the  choicest  rules  imparts 

To  keep  the  conscience  clean. 

2  When  once  it  enters  to  the  mind, 

It  spreads  such  light  abroad  ; 
The  meanest  souls  instruction  find, 
And  raise  their  thoughts  to  God. 

3  'Tis  like  the  sun,  a  heavenly  light, 

That  guides  us  all  the  day ; 
And,  through  the  dangers  of  the  night, 
A  lamp  to  lead  our  way. 


Watts. 


II62 


H 


C.  M. 
AIL,  sacred  truth  !  whose  pierc- 
ing rays 
Dispel  the  shades  of  night ; 
Diffusing  o'er  a  ruined  world 
The  healins  beams  of  licrht 


2  Thy  word,  O  Lord,  with  friendly  aid. 

Restores  our  wand'ring  feet ; 
Converts  the  sorrows  of  the  mind 
To  joys  divinely  sweet. 

3  Oh  send  thy  light  and  truth  abroad, 

In  all  their  radiant  blaze  ; 
And  bid  th'  admiring  world  adore 
The  glories  of  thy  grace. 


H 


1163 


S.  M. 
OW  beauteous  are  their  feet 
Who  stand  on  Zion's  hill ! 
Who  bring  salvation  on  their  tongues. 
And  words  of  peace  reveal. 


2  How  charming  is  their  voice  ! 

How  sweet  the  tidings  are  ! — ■ 
"  Zion,  behold  thy  Saviour-King ! 
He  reigns  and  triumphs  here." 

3  Plow  happy  are  our  ears 

That  hear  this  joyful  sound, — 
Which  kings  and  prophets  waited  for, 
And  sought,  but  never  found  ! 

4  How  blessed  are  our  eyes 

That  see  this  heavenly  light ! 
Prophets  and  kings  desired  it  long, 
But  died  without  the  sight. 

5  The  watchmen  join  their  voice, 

And  tuneful  notes  employ  ; 
Jerusalem  breaks  forth  in  songs, 
And  deserts  learn  the  joy. 

6  The  Lord  makes  bare  his  arm 

Through  all  the  earth  abroad  : 
Let  every  nation  now  behold 
Their  Saviour  and  their  Lord. 


I  "V/E  me: 
1       His 


I  1 64 


Watts. 


S.  M. 


messengers  of  Christ, 
is  sovereign  voice  obey ! 
Arise,  and  follow  where  he  leads, 
And  peace  attend  your  way. 

2  The  Master,  v.'hom  you  serve. 

Will  needful  strength  bestow; 
Depending  on  his  promised  aid, 
With  sacred  courage  go. 

3  Mountains  shall  sink  to  plains, 

And  hell  in  vain  oppose  ; 
The  cause  is  God's — and  will  prevail, 
In  spite  of  all  his  foes. 

Yoke. 


THE    MINISTRY. 


3G: 


I165 


S.  M. 


1  T  ORD  of  the  harvest !  hear 

J /     Thy  needy  servants  cry  ; 

Answer  our  faith's  effectual  prayer, 
And  all  our  wants  supply. 

2  On  thee  we  humbly  wait ; 

Our  wants  are  in  thy  view ; 
The  harvest  trul}',  Lord  !  is  great, 
The  laborers  are  few. 

3  Convert  and  send  forth  more 

Into  thy  Church  abroad  ; 
And  let  them  speak  thy  word  of  power. 
As  workers  with  their  God. 

4  Oh,  let  them  spread  thy  name ; 

Their  mission  fully  prove ; 
Thy  universal  grace  proclaim — 
Thy  all-redeeming  love. 

C.  Wesley. 

HOLY  Lord,  our  God, 
By  heavenly  hosts  adored. 
Hear  us,  we  pray  : 
To  thee  the  cherubim, 
Angels  and  seraphim, 
Unceasing  praises  bring, 
Their  homage  pay. 

2  Here  give  thy  word  success, 
And  this  thy  servant  bless  ; 

His  labors  own ; 
And  while  the  sinner's  Friend 
His  life  and  words  commend. 
Thy  holy  Spirit  send. 

And  make  him  known. 

3  May  every  passing  year 
More  happy  still  appear 

Than  this  glad  day  ; 


With  numbers  fill  the  place. 
Adorn  thy  saints  with  grace. 
Thy  truth  may  all  embrace, 
O  Lord,  we  pray. 

I.  Young. 

"67  L.M. 

O,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the 
Lord, 

"  Bid  the  whole  earth  my  grace  re- 
ceive ; 
He  shall  be  saved  that  trusts  my  word  ; 
And  he  condemned  that  won't  be- 
lieve. 

"  I'll  make  your  great  commission 
known. 

And  ye  shall  prove  my  gospel  true, 
By  all  the  works  that  I  have  done, 

By  all  the  wonders  ye  shall  do. 
"  Teach  all  the  nations  my  commands  ; 

I'm  with  you  till  the  world  shall  end  ; 
All  power  is  trusted  in  my  hands; 

I  can  destroy,  and  I  defend." 

He  spake,  and  light  shone  round  his 
head. 

On  a  bright  cloud  to  heaven  he  rode; 
They  to  the  farthest  nations  spread 

The  grace  of  their  ascended  God  ! 

W^ATTS. 

I  168  L.M. 

^4.THER   of  mercies,   bow  thine 
ear, 

Attentive  to  our  earnest  prayer: 
We  plead  for  those  who  plead  for  thee ; 
Successful  pleaders  may  they  be. 

How  great  their  work  !  how  vast  their 

charge  ! 
Do  thou  their  anxious  souls  enlarge  : 


366 


OCCASIONAL. 


Their  best  endowments  are  our  gain  ; 
We  share  the  blessings  they  obtain. 

3  Let  thronging  multitudes  around 
Hear  from  their  hps  the  joyful  sound, 
In  humble  strains  thy  grace  implore, 
And  feel  thy  Spirit's  living  power. 


I  1 69 


Beddome. 


L.  M. 


1  T  ORD  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear, 
J /  In  Zion's  heritage  appear; 

Oh  !  send  forth  laborers  filled  with  zeal. 
Swift  to  obey  their  Master's  will. 

2  Our  lifted  eyes,  O  Lord,  behold 

The  ripening  harvest  tinged  with  gold  ; 
Wide  fields  are  opening  to  our  view, 
The  work  is  great,  the  laborers  few. 

3  Led  by  thine  own  almighty  hand, 
Let  Zion's  sons,  in  many  a  band, 
Arise  to  bless  the  dying  race. 


As  heralds  of  redeeming  grace. 


II70 


Hastings. 


L.  M. 


1  I  RATHER  of  mercies,  in  thy  house 
X       We   pay  our   homage  and   our 

vows, 
While  with  a  grateful  heart  we  share 
These  pledges  of  our  Saviour's  care. 

2  The  Saviour,  when  to  heaven  he  rose 
In  splendid  triumph  o'er  his  foes, 
Conferred  his  gifts  on  men  below  ; 
And  wide  his  royal  bounties  flow. 

3  Hence    spioing   th'  apostle's   honored 

name, 
Sacred  beyond  all  earthly  fame ; 
In  lowlier  forms  to  bless  our  eyes. 
Our  pastors  hence  and  teachers  rise. 

Doddridge. 


II7I  L.M. 

E  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 
Of  Jesus,  our  exalted  Head  ; 
Come  as  a  servant,  so  he  came, 
And  we  receive  thee  in  his  stead. 

2  Come  as  a  shepherd  ;  guard  and  keep 

This  fold  from  hell,  and  earth,  and 
sin  ; 
Nourish  the  lambs,  and  feed  the  sheep, 
The  wounded  heal,  the  lost  bring  in. 

3  Come  as  a  teacher  sent  from  God, 

Charged  his  whole   counsel  to  de- 
clare ; 
Lift  o'er  our  ranks  the  prophet's  rod, 
While    we    uphold    thy   hands  with 
prayer. 

4  Come  as  a  messenger  of  pe:;ce, 

lulled   with   the    Spirit,    fired   with 
love ; 
Live  to  behold  our  large  increase, 
And  die  to  meet  us  all  above. 

Montgomery. 

I  172  L.M. 

>OUR  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high  ; 
Lord,   thine   ordained   servants 
bless  ; 
Graces  and  gifts  to  each  supply. 

And  clothe  them  all  with  righteous- 
ness. 

2  Within  thy  temple,  as  they  stand 

.    To  teach  the  truth  as  taught  by  thee. 
Saviour,  like  stars  in  thy  right  hand 
Let  all  thy  chosen  pastors  be. 

3  Wisdom  and  zeal  and  love  impart, — 

Firmness  with  meekness  from  above, 


THE    MINISTRY. 


367 


To  bear  thy  people  in  their  heart, 
And  love  the  souls  whom  thou  dost 
love. 
4  Then,  when  their  work  is  finished  here, 
May  they  in   hope   their  charge   re- 
sign ; 
When  the  Chief  Shepherd  shall  appear, 
May  they,  O  God,  in  glory  shine. 

Montgomery. 

^^11)  L.  M. 

1  '  ''  I  ^IS   done — th'   important  act    is 

X  done — 

Pleaven,  earth,  its    solemn  purjDort 
know ; 
Its  fruits,  when  time  its  race  has  run, 
•Shall  through  eternal  ages  flow. 

2  The  covenants  of  this  sacred  hour, 

Great  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  seal  ; 
Spirit  of  grace,  diffuse  thy  power, 
Our  vows  accept,  thy  might  reveal. 

3  Behold  our  guide,  and  deign  to  crown 

His  toils,  O  Lamb  of  God,  with  love ; 
His  lips  inspire  ;  each  effort  own  ; 
Breathe,  dwell  within  him,  heavenly 
Dove. 

4  Behold  his  charge ;  what  wealth  shall 

dare 
With  its  most  priceless  worth  to  vie? 
Suns,  systems,  worlds,  how  mean  they 

are. 
Compared  with  souls,   that   cannot 

die! 

5  Oh,  when,  before  the  judgment-seat. 

The  wicked  quake  in  dread  despair, 
May  we,  all  reverent  at  thy  feet. 
Pastor  and  flock,  find  mercy  there. 

S.  F.  Smith. 


I  174  CM. 

1  TET  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake, 

J /     And  take  th'  alarm  they  give  ; 

Now  let  them  from  the  mouth  of  God 
Their  solemn  charge  receive. 

2  'Tis  not  a  cause  of  small  import 

The  pastor's  care  demands, 
But  what  might  fill  an  angel's  heart. 
And  filled  a  Saviour's  hands. 

3  They  watch    for   souls,  for  which  the 

Lord 
Did  heavenly  bliss  forego, — 
For  souls,  which  must  for  ever  live. 
In  rapture  or  in  woe. 

4  May  they  that  Jesus  whom  they  preach, 

Their  own  Redeemer,  see  ; 
And  watch  thou  daily  o'er  their  souls. 
That  they  may  watch  for  thee. 

Doddridge. 

^^IS  CM. 

still    in    accents   sweet   and 
strong 

Sounds  forth  the  ancient  word, — 
"  More  reapers  for  white  harvest  fields. 
More  laborers  for  the  Lord." 

2  We  hear  the  call ;  in  dreams  no  more 

In  selfish  ease  we  lie. 
But  girded  for  our  Father's  work. 
Go  forth  beneath  his  sky. 

3  Where   prophets'  word,  and  martyrs' 

blood. 
And  prayers  of  saints  were  sown, 
We,  to  their  labors  entering  in. 

Would  reap  where  they  have  strown. 


O" 


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I  176  CM. 

X   "\  ^  7  E  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  sending 
V  V  here 

The  publishers  of  peace  : 
Speak  by  them  now,  and  everywhere 
By  them  declare  thy  grace. 

2  So  when  the  harvest-day  shall  come, 

Sowers,  and  reapers  too, 
Shall,  shouting,  enter  endless  home, 
And  thee  eternal  view. 

3  That  happy  morning  we  desire — 

Oh  let  it  hasten  on  ! — 
When  all  shall  join  the  angelic  choir 
In  singing  round  thy  throne. 

4  The  pastors  and  the  people  there 

Shall  thee  in  glory  see  ; 
Shall  keep  the  long  Sabbatic  year — 
The  feast  of  Jubilee. 

^-^11  CM. 

1  '  I  ^HE  earth,  O  Lord,  is  one  wide  field 

JL        Of  all  thy  chosen  seed  ; 
The  crop  prepared  its  fruit  to  yield; 
The  laborers  few  indeed. 

2  Therefore  we  come  before  thee  now 

With  words  of  humble  prayer, 
Beseeching  of  thy  love  that  thou 
Would'st  send  more  laborers  there. 

3  Not  for  our  land  alone  we  pray. 

Though  that  above  the  rest, 
The  realms  and  islands  far  awa}', 
Oh,  let  them  all  be  blest ! 

I  178  c.  M. 

I    (^^\  JESUS,  in  this  solemn  hour, 
\^     Be  with  thy  people  here  ; 
Let  thine  authority  and  power 
To  rule  thy  church  appear. 


2  Oh,  may  the  choice   which  we   have 

made 
By  thee  be  ratified  ; 
Thy  servants'  fitness  be  displayed, 
As  they  are  further  tried. 

3  With  faithfulness  may  they  fulfil 

The  office  in  their  hands. 
And  seek  to  knov/  and  do  thy  will 
In  all  that  will  demands. 

COLLYEK. 

I  179  7s. 

ON  of  God,  our  glorious  Head ! 
On  us  now  thy  blessing  shed  ; 
I'rom  thy  throne  let  mercy  flow 
To  thy  waiting  flock  below. 

2  Taught  by  thee,  with  prayer  sincere. 
We  have  called  thy  servants  here, 
For  thy  needy  ones  to  care. 

And  thy  Holy  Feast  to  bear. 

3  May  the  Spirit  from  above 

Fill  their  hearts  with  faith  and  love ; 
Make  them  humble,  zealous,  wise. 
Strife  to  shun,  and  good  devise. 

4  When  their  earthly  work  is  done. 
When  the  crown  of  life  is  won. 
Ever  in  thy  house  on  high, 

May  they  serve  beneath  thine  eye. 

G.  B.  Ide. 

1  f~\    LORD   of  hosts,  whose  glory 
V^         fills 

The  bounds  of  the  eternal  hills, 

And  3''et  vouchsafes,  in  Christian  lands, 

To  dwell  in  temples  made  with  hands  ; 

2  Endue  the  creatures  with  thy  grace 
That  shall  adorn  thy  dwelling-place  ; 


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The  beauty  of  the  oak  and  pine, 
The  gold  and  silver,  make  them  thine. 

3  The  heads  that  guide  endue  with  skill ; 
The   hands  that  work    preserve  from 

ill; 
That  we,  who  these  foundations  lay. 
May  raise  the  topstone  in  its  day. 

4  Both  now  and  ever.  Lord,  protect 
The  temple  of  thine  own  elect ; 
Be  thou  in  them,  and  they  in  thee, 
Oh  ever-blessed  Trinity  !       j.  m.  Neale. 

Il8l  L.M. 

1  "^  I  ^HE  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod, 

X     Was  the   first   temple   built   to 
God  ; 
His  fiat  laid  the  corner-stone. 
And  heaved  its  pillars  one  by  one. 

2  He  hung  its  starry  roof  on  high — 
The  broad,  illimitable  sky ; 

He   spread   its  pavement,  green  and 

bright. 
And  curtained  it  with  morning  light. 

3  The  mountains  in  their  places  stood. 
The  sea — the  sky — and  "  all  was  good ;" 
And  when  its  first  few  praises  rang, 
The  "  morning  stars  together  sang." 

4  Lord,  'tis  not  ours  to  make  the  sea, 
And  earth,  and  sky,  a  house  for  thee ; 
But  in  thy  sight  our  off 'ring  stands^ 
An    humbler    temple,     "  made     with 

hands." 

5  We  cannot  bid  the  morning  star 
To  sing  how  bright  thy  glories  are; 
But,  Lord,  if  thou  wilt  meet  us  here. 
Thy  praise  shall  be  the  Christian's  tear. 

N.  p.  Willis. 

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o 


I182  L.M. 

GOD   the    Father,  Christ   the 
Son, 

And  Holy  Spirit,  three  in  one, 
Accept  this  gift  our  hearts  have  sought, 
Our   hands    in    Christian   love    have 
wrought. 

2  Here  may  the  light  of  gospel  truth 
Illumine  age,  enlighten  youth  : 

In  many  hearts  that  grace  begin, 
W^hich  saves  from  sorrow  and  from  sin. 

3  May  Jesus  here  that  power  display 
Which  changes  darkness  into  day. 
And  open  wide  those  gates  of  love 
That  lead  to  blessedness  above. 

4  O  Jesus  Christ,  our  sovereign  Lord, 
By  angels  and  by  saints  adored. 
Accept  this  tribute  of  our  praise, 
And  with  thy  glory  fill  this  place. 


I183 


'M 


L.  M. 
AKER  of  land  and  rolling  sea, 
We  dedicate  this  house  to  thee  ; 
And  what  our  willing  hands  have  done, 
We  give  to  God,  and  to  the  Son. 

2  Come,    fill   this  house   with  heavenly 

grace, 
While  sinners  throng  the  sacred  place. 
And  saints  below  with  saints  above. 
Unite  to  sing  redeeming  love. 

3  Here  let  the  cross  be  lifted  high 
Before  a  world  condemned  to  die  : 
Here  flow  the  blood  of  sacrifice. 
To  hush  the  Law's  avengins;  cries. 


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4  Here  let  the  mourning  soul  find  rest 
Upon  the  Saviour's  loving  breast ; 
And  with  the  sense  of  sins  forgiven, 
Each  heart  aspire  to  God  and  heaven. 

5  Long  may  this  sacred  temple  be 
A  monument  of  praise  to  thee  ; 
And  when  to  this  no  more  we  come, 
Be  heaven  our  high,  eternal  home. 

D.  C.  Eddv. 
I  184-  L.  M. 

1  AND  wilt  thou,  O  Eternal  God, 
±\.  On  earth  establish  thine  abode? 
Then  look  propitious  from  thy  throne, 
And  take  this  temple  for  thine  own. 

2  These  walls  we  to  thine  honor  raise, 
Long  may  they  echo  in  thy  praise  ; 
And  thou,  descending,  fill  the  place 
With  the  rich  tokens  of  thy  grace. 

3  Here  may  the  great  Redeemer  reign, 
With  all  the  graces  of  his  train  ; 
While  power  divine  his  word  attends, 
To  conquer  foes  and  cheer  his  friends. 

4  And  in  the  last  decisive  day. 
When  God  the  nations  shall  surve}', 
May  it  before  the  world  appear. 
Thousands  were  born  for  glory  here. 

Doddridge. 

I  185  L.M. 

1  TT  THEN  Israel's  priest  the  lamb 

V  V  did  choose, 

He  chose  of  all  the  flock  the  best ; 
No  poor,  no  maim'd,  no  sickly  thing 
Upon  Jehovah's  shrine  could  rest. 

2  When  David's  son  a  Temple  built, 

No   common  wood    or    stone    was 
sought, 


But  rarest  wood,  and  gold,  and  gems, 
A     house     of     wondrous     beauty 
wrought. 

3  When  Mary  would  her  love  display, 

A  costly  gift  did  she  bestow  ; 
And  Mary's  act  the  lesson  leaves 
That  precious  things  to  God  should 
go. 

4  O  Lord,  this  day  we  bring  our  gift. 

Not  rich,  but  best  we  could,  and  free; 
This    desk,    this    cujd,    this  pool,  this 
house, 
We  dedicate  them,  Lord,  to  thee. 

5  Accept,  O  God,  this  proffered  gift ; 

Here  let  thy  Spirit's  power  be  given  ; 
To  many  souls  let  this  place  be 

The    House   of  God — the  Gate  of 
Heav'n. 

I  186  c.  M. 

UILDER  of  mighty   worlds   on 
worlds, 

How  poor  the  house  must  be. 
That  with  our  human,  sinful  hands, 
We  may  erect  for  thee. 

2  O  Christ,  thou  art  our  Corner-stone, 

On  thee  our  hopes  are  built ; 
Thou  art  our  Lord,  our  light,  our  life, 
Our  sacrifice  for  guilt. 

3  In  thy  blest  name  we  gather  here. 

And  set  apart  the  ground  ; 
The  walls  that  on  this  rock  shall  rise. 
Thy  praises  shall  resound. 

4  May  many  a  soul,  from  death  redeemed, 

In  heavenly  regions  fair, 
With  joy  exclaim,  "  I  learned  the  path 
To  God  and  glory  there." 


DEDICA  TION S. 


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CM. 


1  '  I  ^O  thee  this  temple  we  devote, 

X        Our  Father  and  our  God; 
Accept  it  thine,  and  seal  it  now 
Thy  Spirit's  blest  abode. 

2  Here  may  the  prayer  of  faith  ascend. 

The  voice  of  praise  arise  ; 
Oh,  may  each  lowly  service  prove 
Accepted  sacrifice. 

3  Here  may  the  sinner  learn  his  guilt, 

And  weep  before  his  Lord  ; 
Here,  pardoned,  sing  a  Saviour's  love, 
And  here  his  vows  record. 

4  Here  may  affliction  dry  the  tear. 

And  learn  to  trust  in  God, 
Convinced  it  is  a  Father  smites. 
And  love  that  guides  the  rod. 

5  Peace  be  within  these  sacred  walls  ; 

Prosperity  be  here  ; 
Long  smile  upon  thy  people.  Lord, 
And  evermore  be  near. 

J.  R.  Scott. 

I  188  CM. 

1  /^~\  THOU,  whose  own  vast  temple 
V^         stands. 

Built  over  earth  and  sea. 
Accept  the  walls  that  human  hands 
Have  raised  to  worship  thee  ! 

2  Lord,  from  thine  inmost  glory  send, 

Within  these  courts  to  bide. 
The  peace  that  dwelleth  without  end. 

Serenely  by  thy  side  !  I 

3  i\Liy  erring  minds  that  worship  here      I 

Be  taught  the  better  way ;  | 


And  they  who  mourn,  and  they  who 
fear, 
Be  strengthened  as  they  pray. 

4  May  faith  grow  firm,  and  love  grow 
warm. 
And  pure  devotion  rise, 
While  round  these  hallowed  walls  the 
storm 
Of  earth-born  passion  dies. 


Bryant. 


II 


I 


H.  M. 
N  loud  exalted  strains. 

The  King  of  Glory  praise  ; 
O'er  heaven  and  earth  he  reigns, 
Through  everlasting  days ; 
But  Zion  M'ith  his  jDresence  blest, 
Is  his  delight,  his  chosen  rest. 

2  Great  King  of  glory,  come, 

And  with  thy  favor  crown 
This  temple  as  thy  dome, 
This  people  as  thy  own  ; 
Beneath  this  roof,  oh  deign  to  show 
How  God  can  dwell  with  men  below  ! 

3  Here  may  thine  ears  attend 

Our  interceding  cries. 
And  grateful  praise  ascend. 

All  fragrant,  to  the  skies. 
Here  may  the  word  melodious  sound, 
And  spread  celestial  joys  around  ! 

4  Here  may  our  unborn  sons 

And  daughters  sound  thy  praise, 
And  shine,  like  polished  stones. 
Through  long-succeeding  days  ; 
Here,  Lord,  display  thy  saving  power, 
While  temples  stand,  and  men  adore. 

S.  Francis. 


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I  190  H.M. 

1  T)  EFORE  the  Lord  we  bow, 
J3     The  God  who  reigns  above, 
And  rules  the  world  below. 

Boundless  in  power  and  love. 
In  joy  and  praise  our  thanks  we  bring, 
Our   hearts    we  raise    to  heaven's   high 
King. 

2  The  nation  thou  hast  blest 

May  well  thy  love  declare. 
From  foes  and  fears  at  rest, 

Protected  by  thy  care  : 
For  this  fair  house  and  this  bright  land, 
Our  thanks  we  pay,  gifts  of  thy  hand. 

3  May  every  mountain  height, 

Each  vale  and  forest  green. 
Shine  in  thy  word's  pure  light, 

And  its  rich  fruits  be  seen  ! 
With  rapturous  praise  may  every  tongue 
Now  join  to  raise  a  grateful  song. 

4  And  when  in  power  he  comes, 

Oh,  may  our  native  land, 
From  all  its  rending  tombs. 
Send  forth  a  glorious  band ; 
A  countless  throng  ever  to  sing. 
Salvation's  song  to  heaven's  high  King ! 


■E 


"91  L.M 

OOK  from   thy  sphere   of  endless   5 

day, 
O  God  of  mercy  and  of  might ! 
In  pity  look  on  th6§e  who  stray, 
Benighted,  in  this  land  of  light. 

In  peopled  vale,  in  lonely  glen. 

In  crowded  mart,  by  stream  or  sea, 

How  many  of  the  sons  of  men 

Hear  not  the  message  sent  from  thee  ! 


Send  forth  thy  heralds.  Lord,  to  call 

The  thoughtless  young,  the  hardened 
old, 
A  scattered,  homeless  flock,  till  all 

Be  gathered  to  thy  peaceful  fold. 
Then  all  these  wastes,  a  dreary  scene, 

That  make  us  sadden  as  we  gaze. 
Shall  grow  with  li\-ing  waters  green. 

And  lift  to  heaven  the  voice  of  praise. 

Bryant. 

I  192  8S&7S. 

SONS  of  day  !  Arise  from  slumbers, 
For  the  sluggish  night  is  gone  ; 
Swell  the  Saviour's  marshaled  numbers, 
Marching  where  he  leadeth  on. 

Soldiers  of  the  cross,  appointed, 
Girded  for  the  glorious  war. 

In  the  name  of  God's  Anointed, 
Spread  your  victories  afar. 

Bid  the  trumpet  of  redemption 

Greet  our  country's  farthest  shore  ; 

Boldly  claim  our  Lord's  pre-emption, 
For  the  agonies  he  bore. 

On  the  prairie  and  the  mountain. 
In  the  valley  rich  and  fair. 

By  the  river  and  the  fountain. 
Plant  the  sacred  standard  there. 

Where  the  infant  city's  founded. 
Where  the  hamlet  dots  the  plain  ; 

Let  the  Gospel-call  be  sounded. 
Let  the  church  a  foothold  gain. 

So  shall  Error  be  supplanted, 

So  shall  Truth  her  vanguard  keep. 

So  shall  temple-homes  be  granted. 
To  the  Shepherd's  wandering  sheep. 

S.  D.  Phelps. 


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I  193  7S&6S. 

1  /'"XUR  country's  voice  is  pleading, 
V^     Ye  men  of  God,  arise  ! 

His  providence  is  leading, 

The  land  before  you  lies  ; 
Day-gleams  are  o'er  it  brightening. 

And  promise  clothes  the  soil  ; 
Wide  fields  for  harvest  whitening, 

Invite  the  reaper's  toil. 

2  Go  where  the  waves  are  breaking 

On  California's  shore, 
Christ's  precious  gospel  taking, 

More  rich  than  golden  ore  ; 
On  Alleghany's  mountains. 

Through  all  the  western  vale, 
Beside  Missouri's  fountains. 

Rehearse  the  wondrous  tale, 

3  The  love  of  Christ  unfolding. 

Speed  on  from  east  to  west. 
Till  all,  his  cross  beholding, 

In  him  are  fully  blest. 
Great  Author  of  salvation, 

Haste,  haste  the  glorious  day, 
When  we,  a  ransomed  nation. 

Thy  sceptre  shall  obey. 

Mrs.  G.  W.  Anderson. 


I  194 


7s  &  Cs. 


1  /"^  O  preach  the  blest  salvation 
V_T     To  every  sinful  race, 
And  bid  each  guilty  nation 

Accept  the  Saviour's  grace  ; 
But  bear,  oh,  quickly  bear  it 

Where  thronging  millions  roam. 
And  bid  them  freely  share  it. 

Who  dwell  with  us  at  home. 

2  Where  blooms  the  broad  savanna, 

Where  mighty  waters  roll, 


There  let  the  gospel  banner 
Beam  hope  on  every  soul ; 

Go  where  the  west  is  teeming. 
And  yet  behold  they  come  ! 

The  fields  all  ripe  are  gleaming 
For  those  who  reap  at  home  ! 

3  Our  children  there  are  dwelling, 

Neglected  and  astray. 
Whose  hearts  are  often  swelling 

To  learn  of  Zion's  way. 
Bear,  bear  to  them  the  treasure. 

And  bid  the  e.viles  come  ; 
There  is  no  sweeter  pleasure 

Than  preaching  Christ  at  home. 

Sidney  Dyer. 

^^95        c.p.M. 

1  "^  T  7 HEN,  Lord,  to  this  our  western 

VV  land. 

Led  by  thy  providential  hand. 

Our  wandering  fathers  came, 
Their  ancient  homes,  their  friends  in 

youth. 
Sent  forth  the  heralds  of  thy  truth. 
To  keep  them  in  thy  Name. 

2  Then,  through  our  solitary  coast, 
The  desert  features  soon  were  lost ; 

Thy  temples  there  arose  ; 
Our  shores,  as  culture  made  them  fair, 
Were  hallow'd  by  thy  rites,  by  prayer. 

And  blossom'd  as  the  rose. 

3  And  oh,  may  we  repay  this  debt 
To  regions  solitary  yet. 

Within  our  spreading  land  : 
There,   brethren,   from    our   common 

home. 
Still  westward,  like  our  fathers,  roam ; 

Still  guided  by  thy  hand. 


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4  Saviour,  we  own  this  debt  of  love : 
Oh  shed  thy  SjDirit  from  above, 

To  move  each  Christian  breast ; 
Till  heralds  shall  thy  truth  proclaim. 
And  temples  rise  to  fix  thy  Name, 

Through  all  our  desert  west. 


I  196 


C.  P.  M. 

1  TTROM  yonder  Rocky  Mountains, 
X  With  summits  white  and  cold, 
From  California's  fountains. 

That  pour  down  virgin  gold  ; 
From  every  western  prairie, 

From  every  mystic  mound, 
They  call  on  us  to  carry 

The  gospel's  joyful  sound. 

2  Oh !  shall  we  close  our  bosoms, 

While  every  breath  's  a  cry  ? 
While  brothers  drop  like  blossoms, 

And  there  forever  die .'' 
Oh  !  Christian,  rest  not,  sleep  not, 

But  pray,  and  toil,  and  fight, 
Till  those  who  're  weeping,  weep  not. 

And  darkness  turns  to  light. 

3  Then,  when  enthroned  in  glory. 

With  Jesus'  ransomed  fold. 
We  tell  Love's  wondrous  story, 

Upon  our  harps  of  gold  ; 
Each  effort  that  we  're  making 

Will  sweeten  heaven's  employ, 
And  every  cross  we  're  taking. 

Add  rapture  to  its  joy.        c.  Thukber. 

I  I  97 

T  '\/r^^  soul  is  not  at  rest.  There 
...Vx  comes  a  strange  and  secret 
whisper  to  my  |  spirit,  ||  like  a  dream 
of  I  night,  II  that  tells  me  I  am  on 
en-  I  chanted  j  ground. 


Chorus. 
The  voice  of  my  departed  Lord,  "  Go, 
teach  all    nations,"   comes   on   the 
night-air,  and  awakes  mine  ear. 

Why  live  I  here  ?  The  vows  of  God 
are  |  on  me  ||  and  I  may  not  stop  to 
play  with  shadows  or  pluck  earthly  j 
flowers,  II  till  I  my  work  have  done, 
and  I  rendered  "  up  ac-  j  count. 

The  voice  of  my  departed  Lord,  etc. 

And  I  will  I  go  !  II  I  may  no  longer 
doubt  to  give  up  friends  and  idle  | 
hopes,  II  and  every  tie  that  binds  my 
heart  to  |  thee,  my  |  country ! 

The  voice  of  my  departed  Lord,  etc. 

Henceforth,  then,  it  matters  not  if 
storm  or  sunshine  be  my  |  earthly 
lot,  II  bitter  or  sweet  my  |  cup,  ||  I  only 
pray,  "  God  make  me  holy,  and  my 
spirit  nerve  for  the  stern  |  hour  of  j 
strife!" 

The  voice  of  my  departed  Lord,  etc. 

And  when  I  come  to  stretch  me  for 
the  I  last,  II  in  unattended  agony,  be- 
neath the  cocoa's  j  shade,  ||  it  will  be 
sweet  that  I  have  toiled  for  j  other  • 
worlds  than  j  this. 

The  voice  of  my  departed  Lord,  etc. 

And  if  one,  for  whom  Satan  hath  strug- 
gled as  he  hath  for  |  me,  ||  should  ever 
reach  that  blessed  \  shore —  ||  Oh, 
how  this  heart  will  glowwith  |  grati- ' 
tude  and  |  love. 

Chorus. 
Through   ages   of   eternal   years,  my 
spirit  never  shall  repent  that  toil  and 
suffering  once  were  mine  below. 


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I  198  L.M. 

FROM  all   that   dwell   below  the 
skies, 
Let  the  Creator's  praise  arise  ; 
Let  the  Redeemer's  name  be  sung, 
Through  every  land,  by  every  tongue. 
Eternal  are  thy  mercies,  Lord  ; 
Eternal  truth  attends  thy  word  : 
Thy  praise  shall  sound  from  shore  to 

shore, 
Till  suns  shall  rise  and  set  no  more. 


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1199  L.M. 
OVEREIGN    of  worlds,    display 

thy  power ; 

Be  this  thy  Zion's  favored  hour : 

Oh,  bid  the  morning  star  arise  ! 

Oh,  point  the  heathen  to  the  skies  ! 

Set  up  thy  throne  where  Satan  reigns. 

In  western  wilds  and  eastern  plains  ; 

Far  let  the  gospel's  sound  be  known  ; 

Make  thou  the  universe  thine  own. 

Speak,  and  the  world  shall  hear  thy 

voice  ; 

Speak,  and  the  desert  shall  rejoice  ; 

Dispel  the  gloom  of  heathen  night; 

Bid  every  nation  hail  the  light. 

1200  L.M. 
,H,    hallowed   is   the   land    and 

blessed. 

Where  Christ,  the  Ruler,  is  confessed  ! 
Oh,  happy  hearts  and  happy  homes. 
To  w'hom  the  great  Redeemer  comes  ! 
2  Lift  up  your  heads,  ye  mighty  gates. 
Behold,  the  King  of  glory  waits  ! 
The  King  of  kings  is  drawing  near ; 
The  Saviour  of  the  world  is  here. 


o 


Fling  wide  the  portals  of  your  heart: 
Make  it  a  temple  set  apart 
From  earthly  use  for  heaven's  employ, 
Adorned  with  prayer  and  love  and  joy. 


J 


I20I 


WiESZEL. 


L.  M. 


ESUS  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun 

Does  his  successive  journeys  run  ; 

His  kingdom  stretch  from  shore  to 

shore 
Till  moons  shall  wax  and  v.-ane  no 
more. 

For  him  shall  endless  prayer  be  made. 
And  endless  praises  crown  his  head  ; 
His  name,  like  sweet  perfume,  shall 

rise 
With  every  morning  sacrifice. 

People  and  realms  of  every  tongue 
Dwell  on  his  love  with  sweetest  song ; 
And  infant  voices  shall  proclaim 
Their  early  blessings  on  his  name. 

Blessings  abound  where'er  he  reigns ; 
The  joyful  prisoner  bursts  his  chains ; 
The  weary  find  eternal  rest. 
And  all  the  sons  of  want  are  blest. 

Let  every  creature  rise  and  bring 
Peculiar  honors  to  our  King  ; 
Angels  descend  with  songs  again. 
And  earth  repeat  the  loud  Amen. 

Watts. 

1202  L.M. 

YE  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim 
Salvation   through    Immanuel's 
name ; 
To  distant  climes  the  tidings  bear, 
And  plant  the  Rose  of  Sharon  there. 


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2  He'll  shield  you  with  a  wall  of  fire, 
With  flaming  zeal  your  breasts  inspire  ; 
Bid  raging  winds  their  fury  cease, 
And  hush  the  tempest  into  peace. 

3  And  when  3'our  labors  all  are  o'er, 
Then  we  shall  meet  to  part  no  more ; 
Meet,  with  the  blood-bought  throng  to 

fall— 
And  crown  our  Jesus  Lord  of  all. 

Pratt's  Coll. 

1203  L.M. 

*00N  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 
Through  all   the  millions  of  the 
skies — 
That  song  of  triumph  which  records 
That  all  the  earth  is  now  the  Lord's ! 

2  Let  thrones  and  powers  and  kingdoms 

be 
Obedient,  mighty  God,  to  thee ! 
And,  over  land  and  stream  and  main, 
Wave  thou  the  sceptre  of  thy  reign  ! 

3  Oh,  let  that  glorious  anthem  swell. 
Let  host  to  host  the  triumph  tell. 
That  not  one  rebel  heart  remains. 
But  over  all  the  Saviour  reigns ! 


I    QOO 
O  Ti 


■A' 


1204  L.  M. 

RISE  !  arise  !  with  joy  survey 
The  glory  of  the  latter  day. 
Already  is  the  dawn  begun, 
That  marks  at  hand  the  rising  sun. 

2  The  friends  of  truth  assembled  stand, 
A  chosen,  consecrated  band, 

The  emblem  of  the  cross  display, 
And  cry  aloud — "  Behold  the  way  !" 

3  Behold  the  way  to  Zion's  hill. 
Where  Israel's  God  delights  to  dwell ; 


0 


He  fixes  there  his  lofty  throne, 
And  calls  the  sacred  place  his  own. 

4  "  Behold  the  way  !"  ye  heralds  !  oxy, 
Spare  not,  but  lift  your  voices  high  ; 
Convey  the  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
And  bid  the  captive  sigh  no  more. 

Kellv. 

1205  L.M. 

SPIRIT  of  the  living  God, 
In  all  thy  plenitude  of  grace. 
Where'er  the  foot  of  man  hath  trod. 
Descend  on  our  apostate  race. 

2  Give  tongues  of  fire,  and  hearts  of  love, 

To  preach  the  reconciling  word  ; 
Give  power  and  unction  from  above. 
Where'er  the  joyful  sound  is  heard. 

3  Be  darkness,  at  thy  coming,  light ; 

Confusion — order,  in  thy  path  ; 
Souls  without   strength,    inspire   with 
might. 
Bid  mercy  triumph  over  wrath. 

4  Baptize  the  nations  ;  far  and  nigh, 

The  triumphs  of  the  cross  record  ; 
The  name  of  Jesus  glorify. 

Till  every  kindred  call  him  Lord. 

MONTGO.MERV. 


1    TILING  01 
X         Skywa 


1206  L.M. 

LING  out  the  banner!  let  it  float 

ard  and  seaward,  high  and 

wide  ; 

The  sun  that  lights  its  shining  folds, 

The  cross  on  which  the  Saviour  died. 

2  Fling  out  the  banner  !  angels  bend 
In  anxious  silence  o'er  the  sign. 
And  vainly  seek  to  comprehend 
The  wonder  of  the  Love  Divine. 


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3  Fling  out  the  banner  !  heathen  lands 

Shall  see  from  far  the  glorious  sight ; 
And  nations,  crowding  to  be  born, 
Baptize  their  spirits  in  its  light. 

4  Fling  out  the  banner  !  sin-sick  souls, 

That  sink  and  perish  in  the  strife, 
Shall  touch  in  faith  its  radiant  hem. 
And  spring  immortal  into  life. 

5  Fling  out  the  banner !  let  it  float 

Skyward  and  seaward,  high  and  wide  ; 
Our  glory,  only  in  the  Cross, 
Our  only  hope,  the  Crucified. 

6  Fling  out  the  banner  !  wide  and  high. 

Seaward  and  skyward  let  it  shine ; 
Nor  skill,  nor  might,  nor  merit,  ours  ; 
We  conquer  only  in  that  sign. 

DOANE. 

1207  L.M. 
RM  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake ! 

Put  on  thy  strength,  the  nations 
shake, 
And  let  the  world  adoring  see 
Triumphs  of  mercy  wrought  by  thee. 

2  Say  to  the  heathen,  from  thy  throne, 
"  I  am  Jehovah,  God  alone  :" 

Thy  voice  their  idols  shall  confound. 
And  cast  their  altars  to  the  ground. 

3  Almighty  God,  thy  grace  proclaim 
In  every  land,  of  every  name  ; 

Let  adverse  powers  before  thee  fall. 
And  crown  the  Saviour,  Lord  of  all ! 

Shrubsole. 

1208  L.M. 
I      ASSEMBLED   at    thy   great   com- 

/jl       mand. 

Before  thy  face,  dread  King,  we  stand  ; 


.p. 


The  voice  that  marshaled  every  star, 
Has  called  thy  people  from  afar. 

We  meet,  thro'  distant  lands  to  spread 
The  truth  for  which  the  martyrs  bled ; 
Along  the  line,  to  either  pole, 
The  thunder  of  thy  praise  to  roll. 
Our  prayers  assist,  accept  our  praise, 
Our  hopes  revive,  our  courage  raise; 
Our  counsels  aid,  to  each  impart 
The  single  eye,  the  faithful  heart. 
Forth  with  thy  chosen  heralds  come, 
Recall  the  wandering  spirits  home ; 
From   Zion's    mount   send   forth    the 

sound. 
To  spread  the  spacious  earth  around. 

COLLYER. 

1209  L.M. 

EXERT  thy  power,  thy  rights  main- 
tain, 
Almighty,  everlasting  King ! 
The  influence  of  thy  crown  increase, 

And  strangers  to  thy  footstool  bring. 
In  one  vast  symphony  of  praise. 

Gentile  and  Jew  shall  then  unite, 
And  unbelief  no  longer  reign, 

But  sink  in  shades  of  endless  night. 

Then  Afric's  liberated  sons 

Shall  chant  to  Asia's  rapturous  song, 
Euroj^e  resound  her  Saviour's  fame. 

And  western  climes  the  notes  pro- 
long. _ 
To  every  land  beneath  the  sun 

Immanuel's  kingdom  shall  extend ; 
And  every  man  in  every  clime 

Shall  meet  a  brother  and  a  friend. 

VOKE. 


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I2I0  L.  M. 

■  TERNAL  Father,  thou  hast  said, 
That  Christ  all  glory  shall  ob- 
tain ; 
That  he  who  once  a  sufferer  bled, 
Shall    o'er  the  world,  a  conqueror. 


I    T7TEI 
H     T 


2  We  wait  thy  triumph,  Saviour-King ! 

Long  ages  have  prepared  thy  way ; 
Now  all  abroad  thy  banner  fling, 
Set  Time's  great  battle  in  array. 

3  Thy  hosts  are  mustered  to  the  field ; 

"  The  Cross  !  The  Cross  ! "  the  bat- 
tle-call ; 
The  old  grim  towers  of  darkness  yield. 
And  soon  shall  totter  to  their  fall. 

4  On  mountain  tops  the  watch-fires  glow. 

Where  scattered  wide  the  watchmen 
stand  ; 
Voice  echoes  voice,  and  onward  flow 
The  joyous  shouts,  from  land  to  land. 

5  Oh,  fill  thy  church  with  faith  and  power  ; 

Bid  her  long  night  of  weeping  cease  ; 
To  groaning  nations  haste  the  hour, 
Of  life  and  freedom,  light  and  peace. 

6  Come,  Spirit,  make  thy  wonders  known! 

Fulfill  the  Father's  high  decree  ; 
Then   earth,  the   might   of  hell  o'er- 
thrown, 
Shall  keep  her  last  great  jubilee. 

Ray  Palmer. 

I2II 
I  'THROUGH    now   the 
JL  beneath 

The  darkness  of  o'erspreadingdeath ; 
God  will  arise  with  light  divine. 
On  Zion's  holy  towers  to  shine. 


L.  M. 

nations   sit 


That  light  shall^hine  on  distant  lands, 
And  wandering  tribes,  in  joyful  bands, 

Shall  come,  thy  glory,  Lord,  to  see, 
And  in  thy  courts  to  worship  thee. 

O  light  of  Zion,  now  arise  ! 

Let  the  glad  morning  bless  our  eyes  I 
Ye  nations,  catch  the  kindling  ray, 

And  hail  the  splendors  of  the  day. 

L.  Bacon. 
^212  L.  M. 

CHRISTIANS,  the  glorious  hope 
ye  know. 
Which  soothes  the  heart  in  every  wo  ; 
While  heathen,  helpless,  hopeless,  lie  ; 
No  ray  of  glory  meets  their  eye. 

Christians,  ye  taste  the  heavenly  grace 
Which  cheers  believers  in  their  race  ; 
Uncheered  by  grace,  through  heathen 

gloom. 
See  millions  hastening  to  the  tomb. 

Christians,  ye  prize  the  Saviour's  blood. 
In  which  the  soul  is  cleansed  for  God  ; 
Millions  of  souls  in  darkness  dwell, 
Uncleansed  from  sin — exposed  to  hell. 

To  distant  lands  that  grace  convey. 
Which  trains  the  soul  for  endless  day ; 
Oh  strive  that  pagans  soon  may  view 
That  precious  blood  which  cleanseth 


you. 


Cawood. 


I213  L.M. 

BEHOLD,  the    heathen   waits  to 
know 
The  joy  the  gospel  will  bestow  ; — 
The  exiled  captive  to  receive 
The  freedom  Jesus  has  to  give. 


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2  Come,  let  us,  with  a  grateful  heart, 
In  this  blest  labor  share  a  part ; 

Our  prayers  and  offerings  gladly  bring 
To  aid  the  triumphs  of  our  King. 

3  Our  hearts  exult  in  songs  of  praise, 
That  we  have  seen  these  latter  days, 
When  our  Redeemer  shall  be  known 
Where  Satan  long  hath  held  his  throne. 

4  Where'er   his   hand    hath   spread  the 

skies, 
Sweet  incense  to  his  name  shall  rise, 
And  slave  and  freeman,  Greek  and  Jew, 
By  sovereign  grace  be  formed  anew. 


I2I4. 


VOKE. 


L.  M. 


1  'TT^HE  heathen  perish  ;  day  by  day, 

X     Thousands   on  thousands   pass 
away  ! 
O  Christians,  to  their  rescue  fly. 
Preach  Jesus  to  them  ere  they  die  ! 

2  Wealth,  labor,  talents,  freely  give. 
Yea,  life  itself,  that  they  may  live  ; 
What  hath  your  Saviour  done  for  you.'' 
And  what  for  him  will  ye  not  do  ? 

3  Oh,  Spirit  of  the  Lord  !  go  forth. 
Call  in  the  south,  wake  up  the  north  ; 
From  every  clime,  from  sun  to  sun, 
Gather  God's  children  into  one  ! 

MoNTGOiMERY. 

I2I5  L.M. 

I    y^ISOWNED  of  heaven,  by  man 
1  J         oppress'd, 
Outcasts     from     Zion's     hallowed 
ground. 
Oh,   why  should    Israel's    sons,   once 
blessed, 
Still  roam  the  scornins:  world  around  ? 


2  Lord,  visit  thy  forsaken  race. 

Back    to    thy   fold    the    wanderers 

bring ; 
Teach    them    to    seek    thy    slighted 

grace, 
And  hail  in   Christ  their  promised 

King. 

3  The  veil  of  darkness  rend  in  twain. 

Which  hides  their  Shiloh's  glorious 
light. 
The  severed  olive-branch  again 
Firm  to  its  parent  stock  unite. 

I216  c.M. 

1  T  IGHT  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart, 
X J     Star  of  the  coming  day! 

Arise,  and  with  thy  morning  beams 
Chase  all  our  griefs  away  ! 

2  Come,  blessed  Lord,  let  every  shore 

And  answering  island  sing 
The  praises  of  thy  royal  name, 
And  own  thee  as  their  King. 

3  Bid  the  whole  earth,  responsive  now 

To  the  bright  world  above. 
Break  forth  in  sweetest  strains  of  joy, 
In  memory  of  thy  love. 

4  Jesus,  thy  fair  creation  groans, 

The  air,  the  earth,  the  sea, 
In  unison  with  all  our  hearts, 
And  calls  aloud  for  thee. 

5  Thine  was  the  cross,  with  all  its  fruits 

Of  grace  and  peace  divine  : 

Be  thine  the  crown  of  glory  now, 

The  palm  of  victory  thine  ! 

E.  Denny. 


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'W 


^2  17  C.  M. 

E    come,  O  Lord,   before  thy 
throne, 
And,  with  united  plea, 
We  meet  and  pray  for  those  who  roam 
Far  off  upon  the  sea. 

2  Oh,  rnay  the  Holy  Spirit  bow 

The  sailor's  heart  to  thee, 
Till  tears  of  deep  repentance  flow, 
Like  rain-drops  in  the  sea  ! 

3  Then  may  a  Saviour's  dying  love 

Pour  peace  into  his  breast, 
And  waft  him  to  the  port  above 
Of  everlasting:  rest. 


G 


^2  ^^  CM. 

REAT  God,  the  nations  of  the 
earth 

Are  by  creation  thine  ; 
And  in  thy  works,  by  all  beheld, 
Thy  radiant  glories  shine. 

2  But,  Lord,  thy  greater  love  has  sent 

Thy  gospel  to  mankind, 
Unveiling  what  rich  stores  of  grace 
Are  treasured  in  thy  mind. 

3  Lord,   when    shall    these  glad  tidings 

spread 
The  spacious  earth  around. 
Till  every  tribe  and  every  soul 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound  ? 

4  Smile,  Lord,  on  each  divine  attempt 

To  spread  the  gospel's  rays. 
And  build  on  sin's  demolished  throne 
The  temples  of  thy  praise. 

Gibbons. 


I2I9  c.M. 

ESUS,  immortal  King,  arise  ; 
Assert  thy  rightful  sway  ; 
Till     earth,     subdued,    its     tribute 
brings. 
And  distant  lands  obey. 

Ride  forth,  victorious  Conqueror,  ride, 

Till  all  thy  foes  submit. 
And  all  the  powers  of  hell  resign 

Their  trophies  at  thy  feet. 

Send  forth  thy  word,  and  let  it  fly 
This  spacious  earth  around, 

Till  every  soul  beneath  the  sun 
Shall  hear  the  joyful  sound. 


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8s,  7s  &4s. 


1  /^^  'ER  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness, 
V^     Cheer'd  by  no  celestial  ray, 

Sun  of  righteousness  !  arising, 

Bring  the  bright,  the  glorious  day  ; 

Send  the  gospel 
To  the  earth's  remotest  bound. 

2  Kingdoms  wide  that  sit  in  darkness, — 

Grant    them.     Lord,    the     glorious 

light ; 
And,  from  eastern  coast  to  western, 
May  the  morning  chase  the  night ; 

And  redemption. 
Freely  purchased,  win  the  day. 

3  Fly  abroad,  thou  mighty  gospel ! 

Win  and  conquer,  never  cease  ; 
May  thy  lasting,  wide  dominions, 
Multiply  and  still  increase  ; 

Sway  thy  sceptre, 
Saviour,  all  the  world  around  ! 

Williams. 


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J81 


I22I 


8s,  7s  &  4s. 


,    JO, 


OOK,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  break- 


Joyful  times  are  near  at  hand  ; 
God,  the  mighty  God,  is  speaking 
By  his  word  in  every  land  : 

Day  advances —  ' 

Darkness  flies  at  his  command.  i 

2  Oh,  'tis  pleasant,  'tis  reviving 

To  our  hearts,  to  hear,  each  day, 
Joyful  news,  from  far  arriving, 
How  the  gospel  wins  its  way, 

Those  enlightening 
Who  in  death  and  darkness  lay  ! 

3  God  of  Jacob,  high  and  glorious. 

Let  thy  people  see  thy  hand  I 
Let  the  gospel  be  victorious, 

Through  the  world,  in  every  land  ; 

Then  shall  idols 
Perish,  Lord,  at  thy  command. 

Kelly. 


122  2      8s,  7s  &  4s. 

1  "\   If  EN     of    God,    go    take    your ,  4 
IVX  stations. 

Darkness  reigns  o'er  all  the  earth — 
Go,  proclaim  among  the  nations 
Joyful  news  of  heavenly  birth — 

Bear  the  tidings. 
Tell  the  Saviour's  matchless  worth  ! 

2  Go — and  when  exposed  to  dangers, 

Jesus  will  your  souls  defend  ! 
Go,  and  when  'mid  foes  and  strangers. 
He  will  still  appear  your  Friend — 

His  kind  presence 
Shall  be  with  you  to  the  end  ! 

Kelly. 


1223  8s,  7s&4s. 
OULS  in  heathen  darkness  lying. 

Where    no    light    has     broken 
through — 
Souls  that  Jesus  bought  by  dying, 
Whom  his  soul  in  travail  knew — 

Thousand  voices 
Call  us,  o'er  the  waters  blue. 

Christians,  hearken  !   None  has  taught 
them 
Of  his  love  so  deep  and  dear; 
Of  the  precious  price  that  bought  them ; 
Of  the  nail,  the  thorn,  the  spear; 

Ye  who  know  him, 
Guide    them    from    their   darkness 
drear. 

Haste,  oh  haste,  and  spread  the  tidings 
Wide  to  earth's  remotest  strand  ; 

Let  no  brother's  bitter  chidings 
Rise  against  us — when  we  stand 

In  the  judgment — 
From  some  far,  forgotten  land. 

Lo  !  the  hills  for  harvest  whiten, 
All  along  each  distant  shore  ; 

Seaward  far  the  islands  brighten, — 
Light  of  nations  !  lead  us  o'er : 

When  we  seek  them, 
Let  thy  Spirit  go  before  1 

1224  8s,  7s  &  4s. 

YES — my  native  land  !  I  love  thee  ; 
All  thy  scenes  I  love  them  well ; 
Friends,  connections,  happy  country, 
Can  I  bid  you  all  fiirewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 


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2  Home  ! — thy  joys  are  passing  lovely — 

Joys  no  stranger-heart  can  tell ; 
Happy  home  !— 'tis  sure  I  love  thee ! 
Can  I — can  I  say — Farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

3  Scenes  of  sacred  peace  and  pleasure, 

Holy  days  and  Sabbath-bell, 
Richest,  brightest,  sweetest  treasure  ! 
Can  I  say  a  last  farewell  ? 

Can  I  leave  you. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell  ? 

4  Yes !  I  hasten  from  you  gladly, 

From  the  scenes  I  love  so  well ; 
Far  av/ay,  ye  billows !  bear  me  ; 
Lovely  native  land  ! — farewell ! 

Pleased  I  leave  thee, 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 

5  In  the  deserts  let  me  labor, 

On  the  mountains  let  me  tell 
How  he  died — the  blessed  Saviour — 
To  redeem  a  world, from  hell ! 

Let  me  hasten. 
Far  in  heathen  lands  to  dwell. 


1225 


S.  F.  Smith. 


8s  &  7s. 


1  \^  /"E  are  living,  we  are  dwelling, 

VV       In  a  grand  and  awful  time. 
In  an  age  on  ages  telling. 

To  be  living  is  sublime. 
Hark !  the  waking  up  of  nations, 

Gog  and  Magog  to  the  fray. 
Hark  !  what  soundeth  ?  is  creation 

Groaning  for  its  latter  day. 

2  Will  ye  play,  then,  will  ye  dally, 

With  your  music  and  your  wine  ? 


Up  !  it  is  Jehovah's  rally  ! 

God's  own  arm  hath  need  of  thine. 
Hark  !  the  onset !  will  ye  fold  your 

Faith-clad  arms  in  lazy  lock  ? 
Up,  oh  up,  thou  drowsy  soldier  ! 

Worlds  are  charging  to  the  shock. 

Worlds  are  charging — heaven  behold- 

Thou  hast  but  an  hour  to  fight ; 
Now  the  blazoned  cross  unfolding, 

On — right  onward,  for  the  right. 
On  !  let  all  the  soul  within  you 

For  the  truth's  sake  go  abroad ! 
Strike  !  let  every  nerve  and  sinew 

Tell  on  ages — tell  for  God  ! 

A.  C.  Coxs. 


o 


1220  8s&7s. 

,NWARD,      onward,      men      of 
heaven ! 
Bear  the  Gospel's  banner  high  ; 
Rest  not  till  its  light  is  given, 

Star  of  every  pagan  sky. 
Send  it  where  the  pilgrim-stranger 

Faints  'neath  Asia's  scorching  ray  ; 
Bid  the  red-browed  forest  ranger 
Hail  it,  ere  he  fades  away. 

2  Where  the  Arctic  ocean  thunders, 

Where  the  tropics  fiercely  glow, 
Broadly  spread  its  page  of  wonders. 

Brightly  bid  its  radiance  flow. 
India  marks  its  lustre  stealing, 

Shiv'ring  Greenland  loves  its  rays, 
Afric,  'mid  her  deserts  kneeling, 

Lifts  the  untaught  strain  of  praise. 

3  Rude  in  speech,  or  grim  in  feature, 
j  Dark  in  spirit  though  they  be, 


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383 


Show  that  light  to  ever}'  creature, 
Prince  or  vassal — bond  or  free. 

Lo  !  the)'  haste  to  every  nation, 
Host  on  host  the  ranks  supply; 

Onward  ! — Christ  is  your  salvation. 
And  your  death  is  victory. 

SiGOURNEY. 


o 


^227  S.  M. 

THOU  whom  we  adore  ! 
To  bless  our  earth  again, 
Assume  thine  own  almighty  power. 
And  o'er  the  nations  reign. 

2  The  world's  Desire  and  HojDe, 

All  power  to  thee  is  given  ; 
Now  set  the  last  great  empire  up, 
Eternal  Lord  of  heaven  ! 

3  A  gracious  Saviour,  thou 

Wilt  all  thy  creatures  bless  ; 
And  every  knee  to  thee  shall  bow, 
And  every  tongue  confess. 

4  According  to  thy  word. 

Now  be  thy  grace  revealed  ; 
And  with  the  knowledge  of  the  Lord, 
Let  all  the  earth  be  filled. 

C.  Wesley. 

1  /^~\  LORD  our  God  !  arise  ; 
V_>/     The  cause  of  truth  maintain  ; 
And  wide  o'er  all  the  peopled  world 

Extend  her  blessed  reign. 

2  Thou  Prince  of  life !  arise  ; 

Nor  let  thy  glory  cease  ; 
Far  spread  the  conquests  of  thy  grace, 
And  bless  the  earth  with  peace. 

3  Thou  Holy  Ghost !  arise  ; 

Extend  thy  healing  wing. 


And,  o'er  a  dark  and  ruined  world. 
Let  light  and  order  spring. 

4  All  on  the  earth  !  arise  ; 

To  God  the  Saviour  sing; 
From   shore  to  shore,  from   earth   to 
heaven, 
Let  echoing  anthems  ring. 


1229 


S.  M. 


M. 


1  /'"^  GOD  of  sovereign  grace, 
V^     We  bow  before  thy  throne. 
And  plead,  for  all  the  human  race. 

The  merits  of  thy  Son. 

2  Spread  through  the  earth,  O  Lord, 

The  knowledge  of  thy  ways  ; 

And  let  all  lands  with  joy  record 

The  great  Redeemer's  praise. 

1230  S. 

1  /^~^OME,.  kingdom  of  our  God, 
V^^     Sweet  reign  of  light  and  love  ! 
Shed  peace,  and  hope,  and  joy  abroad, 

And  wisdom  from  above. 

2  Over  our  spirits  first 

Extend  thy  healing  reign  ; 
There  raise    and    quench  the    sacred 
thirst. 
That  never  pains  again. 

3  Come,  kingdom  of  our  God  ! 

And  make  the  broad  earth  thine  ; 
Stretch  o'er  her  lands  and  isles  the  rod 
That  flowers  with  grace  divine. 

4  Soon  may  all  tribes  be  blest 

With  fruit  from  life's  glad  tree  ; 
And  in  its  shade  like  brothers  rest. 
Sons  of  one  family. 

Johns. 


384 


OCCASIONAL. 


I23I  7s&6s. 

1  'T^HE    morning     light    is    break- 

JL  i"g, 

The  darkness  disappears ; 
The  sons  of  earth  are  waking 

To  penitential  tears. 
Each  breeze  that  sweeps  the  ocean 

Brings  tidings  from  afar, 
Of  nations  in  commotion, 

Prepared  for  Zion's  war. 

2  Rich  dews  of  grace  come  o'er  us 

In  many  a  gentle  shower  ; 
And  brighter  scenes  before  us 

Are  opening  every  hour  : 
Each  cry  to  heaven  going 

Abundant  answer  brings ; 
And  heavenly  gales  are  blowing, 

With  peace  upon  their  wings. 

3  See  heathen  nations  bending 

Before  the  God  we  love, 
And  thousand  hearts  ascending 

In  gratitude  above ; 
While  sinners,  now  confessing, 

The  gospel  call  obey. 
And  seek  the  Saviour's  blessing, — 

A  nation  in  a  day. 

4  Blest  river  of  salvation, 

Pursue  thine  onward  way; 
Flow  thou  to  every  nation, 

Nor  in  thy  richness  stay : 
Stay  not  till  all  the  lowly 

Triumphant  reach  their  home  ; 
Stay  not  till  all  the  holy 

Proclaim — "  The  Lord  is  come." 

S.  F.  Smith. 


^232  7s&6s. 

OLL  on,  thou  mighty  ocean  ; 
And,  as  thy  billows  flow. 
Bear  messengers  of  mercy 

To  every  land  below. 
Arise,  ye  gales,  and  waft  them 
Safe  to  the  destined  shore  ; 
That  man  may'sit  in  darkness 

And  death's  black  shade  no  more. 
2  O  thou  eternal  Ruler, 

Who  boldest  in  thine  arm 
The  tempests  of  the  ocean. 

Protect  them  from  all  harm  ! 
Thy  presence,  Lord,  be  with  them, 

Where\'er  they  may  be  ; 
Though  far  from  us,  who  love  them. 
Still  let  them  be  with  thee. 

Pratt's  Coll. 

^'^ZZ  7s  &  6s. 

1  T^ROM  Greenland's  icy  mountains, 
X         From  India's  coral  strand. 

Where  Afric's  sunn}^  fountains 
Roll  down  their  golden  sand. 

From  many  an  ancient  river, 
From  many  a  palmy  plain, 

They  call  us  to  deliver 

Their  land  from  error's  chain. 

2  What  though  the  spicy  breezes 

Blow  soft  o'er  Ceylon's  isle  ; 
Though  every  prospect  pleases. 

And  only  man  is  vile  ; 
In  vain  with  lavish  kindness 

The  gifts  of  God  are  strown  ; 
The  heathen,  in  his  blindness. 

Bows  down  to  wood  and  stone. 

3  Can  we,  whose  souls  are  lighted 

With  wisdom  from  on  high, 


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385 


O 


Can  we,  to  men  benighted, 

The  lamp  of  life  deny? 
Salvation,  oh,  salvation ! 

The  joyful  sound  proclaim, 
Till  each  remotest  nation 

Has  learned  Messiah's  name. 
4  Waft,  waft,  ye  winds,  his  story, 

And  you,  ye  waters,  roll, 
Till,  like  a  sea  of  glory. 

It  spreads  from  pole  to  pole  ; 
Till  o'er  our  ransomed  nature, 

The  Lamb  for  sinners  slain, 
Redeemer,  King,  Creator, 

In  bliss  returns  to  reign !  Heber. 

J234  73&6S. 

H  that  the  Lord's  salvation 
Were  out  of  Zion  come, 
To  heal  his  ancient  nation, 

To  lead  his  outcasts  home  ! 
How  long  the  holy  city 

Shall  heathen  feet  profane  ? 
Return,  O  Lord,  in  pity ; 
Rebuild  her  walls  again. 

2  Let  fall  thy  rod  of  terror  : 

Thy  saving  grace  impart : 
Roll  back  the  veil  of  error  : 

Release  the  fetter'd  heart. 
Let  Israel,  home  returning, 

Her  lost  Messiah  see  ; 
Give  oil  of  joy  for  mourning. 

And  bind  thy  Church  to  thee.      lyte. 

1235  7s. 

"ATCHMAN!    tell   us   of  the 
night. 
What  its  signs  of  promise  are. — 
Traveler  !   o'er  yon  mountain's  height, 
See  that  glory-beaming  star ! — 


jDor- 


'W 


Watchman  !  does  its  beauteous  ray 
Aught  of  hope  or  joy  foretell  ? — 

Traveler  !  yes  ;  it  brings  the  day — 
Promised  day  of  Israel. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

Higher  yet  that  star  ascends. — 
Traveler  !  blessedness  and  light, 

Peace    and    truth    its    course 
tends ! 
Watchman  !  will  its  beams  alone 

Gild  the  spot  that  gave  them  birth  t — 
Traveler  !  ages  are  its  own, 

See,  it  bursts  o'er  all  the  earth. 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night. 

For  the  morning  seems  to  dawn. — 
Traveler  !  darkness  takes  its  flight. 

Doubt  and  terror  are  withdrawn. — 
Watchman  1  let  thy  wanderings  cease  ; 

Hie  thee  to  thy  quiet  home. — 
Traveler  !  lo  !  the  Prince  of  Peace, 

Lo !  the  Son  of  God  is  come. 

Co  WRING. 
1236  73. 

WAKE  the  song  of  jubilee, 
Let  it  echo  o'er  the  sea  ! 
Now  is  come  the  promised  hour  ; 
Jesus  reigns  with  glorious  power  ! 

All  ye  nations,  join  and  sing. 

Praise     your     Saviour,    praise     your 

King ; 
Let  it  sound  from  shore  to  shore, 
"  Jesus  reigns  for  evermore  !  " 

Hark  !  the  desert  lands  rejoice, 
And  the  islands  join  their  voice  ; 
Joy  !  the  whole  creation  sings, 
"  Jesus  is  the  King  of  kings  !  " 

Bacon. 


'SS6 


OCCASIONAL, 


1237  7s.    D. 

1  O  ONS  of  men,  behold  from  far, 
v^   Hail  the  long-expected  star! 
Star  of  truth  that  gilds  the  night, 
And  guides  bewildered  men  aright. 
Mild  it  shines  on  all  beneath. 
Piercing  through  the  shades  of  death  ; 
Scattering  error's  wide-spread  night ; 
Kindling  darkness  into  light. 

2  Nations  all,  remote  and  near, 
Haste  to  see  your  Lord  appear; 
Haste,  for  him  your  hearts  prepare, 
Meet  him  manifested  there  ! 
There  behold  the  day-spring  rise. 
Pouring  light  on  mortal  eyes  ; 

See  it  chase  the  shades  away, 
Shining  to  the  perfect  day. 


1238 


Lyte. 


7s.    D. 


1  T  T  ARK  !  the  song  of  Jubilee, 

J.  X     Loud  as  mighty  thunders  roar, 
Or  the  fullness  of  the  sea, 

When  it  breaks  upon  the  shore  ! 
Hallelujah  !  for  the  Lord 

God  Omnipotent  shall  reign  : 
Hallelujah  !  let  the  word 

Echo  round  the  earth  and  main. 

2  Hallelujah  !  hark  !  the  sound. 

From  the  centre  to  the  skies, 
Wakes  above,  beneath,  around, 

All  creation's  harmonies. 
See  Jehovah's  banner  furled, 

Sheathed  his  sword,  he  speaks — 'tis 
done  ; 
And  the  kingdoms  of  this  world 

Are  the  kingdoms  of  his  Son. 


3  "  He  shall  reign  from  pole  to  pole 

With  illimitable  sway  ; 
He  shall  reign  when,  like  a  scroll, 

Yonder  heavens  have  passed  away; 
Then  the  end  : — beneath  his  rod 

Man's  last  enemy  shall  fall : 
Hallelujah  !  Christ  in  God, 

God  in  Christ  is  all  in  all." 

Montgomery. 


'S 


1239  7s.    D. 

EE  the  ransomed  millions  stand  — 
Palms  of  conquest  in  their  hands  ! 
This  before  the  throne  their  strain — 
"  Hell  is  vanquished — death  is  slain  ! 
Blessing,  honor,  glory,  might, 
Are  the  Conqueror's  native  right ; 
Thrones  and  powers  before  him  fall — 
Lamb  of  God,  and  Lord  of  all !  " 

Hasten,  Lord!  the  promised  hour; 
Come  in  glory  and  in  power ; 
Still  thy  foes  are  unsubdued — 
Nature  sighs  to  be  renewed. 
Time  has  nearly  reached  its  sum  ; 
All  things  with  the  bride  say,  "  Come  ! " 
Jesus  !  whom  all  worlds  adore. 
Come — and  reign  for  evermore. 

CONDER. 


1240 


7s.    D. 


I    O  EE  how  great  a  flame  aspires, 
w^     Kindled  by  a  spark  of  grace  ! 
Jesus'  love  the  nations  fires — 

Sets  the  kingdoms  on  a  blaze. 
To  bring  fire  on  earth  he  came  ; 

Kindled  in  some  heart  it  is : 
Oh,  that  all  might  catch  the  flame, 

All  partake  the  glorious  bliss  ! 


HOME    AND    FOREIGN    MISSIONS. 


387 


2  When  he  first  the  work  begun, 

Small  and  feeble  was  his  day : 
Now  the  word  doth  swiftly  run  ; 

Now  it  wins  its  widening  way. 
More  and  more  it  spreads  and  grows, 

Ever  mighty  to  prevail ; 
Sin's  strongholds  it  now  o'erthrows — 

Shakes  the  trembling  gates  of  hell. 

3  Saw  ye  not  the  cloud  arise, 

Little  as  a  human  hand .'' 
Now  it  spreads  along  the  skies — 

Hangs  o'er  all  the  thirsty  land. 
Lo !  the  promise  of  a  shower 

Drops  already  from  above  ; 
But  the  Lord  will  shortly  pour 

All  the  Spirit  of  his  love. 

C.  Wesley. 

I24I  7s.    D. 

1  /"^OME,  Desire  of  nations,  come  ; 
V^^   Hasten,  Lord,  the  general  doom  ; 
Hear  the  Spirit  and  the  Bride  ; 
Come,  and  take  us  to  thy  side. 

Thou  who  hast  our  place  prepared, 
Make  us  meet  for  our  reward  ; 
Then  with  all  thy  saints  descend ; 
Then  our  earthly  trials  end. 

2  Mindful  of  thy  chosen  race. 
Shorten  these  vindictive  days. 
Hear  us  now,  and  save  thine  own, 
Who  for  full  redemption  groan. 
Now  destroy  the  Man  of  Sin, 
Now  thine  ancient  flock  bring  in, 
Filled  with  righteousness  divine  ; 
Claim  a  ransomed  world  for  thine  ! 

3  Plant  thy  heavenly  kingdom  here  ; 
Glorious  in  thy  saints  appear  ; 


Speak  the  sacred  number  sealed, 
Speak  the  mystery  revealed : 
Take  to  thee  thy  royal  power  ; 
Reign,  when  sin  shall  be  no  more  ! 
Reign,  when  death  no  more  shall  be ! 
Reign  to  all  eternity  ! 

1242  8s  &  7s. 

1  "  T  IFT  your  heads  "  with  faith ;  the 

J J  morrow 

Dawneth  brighter  than  to-day  ; 
Angel  hands  will  lift  the  shadows. 
Chase  the  gathering  gloom  away. 

2  Does  the  night  seem  long  and  weary — 

Dangers  threatening  'long  the  way  ? 
Joy  will  soon  return  to  bless  .thee. 
Soon  will  dawn  a  brighter  day. 

3  What    though  wars  and  earth's  com- 

motions 
Try  your  faith,  and  cause  dismay ; 
God,  your  Father,  rules  the  nations, 
He  will  send  a  brighter  da3^ 

ChoriLS. 

"  Lift  your  heads,"  the  day  is  breaking. 
Soon  the  morning  will  appear  ; 

See  the  earth  from  slumber  waking; 
"Lift  your   heads,"  the   day  draws 
near. 


H 


^243  8s&4s. 

ARK !  how  the  gospel  trumpet 
sounds ! 

Through  all  the  world  the  echo  bounds  ! 
And  Jesus,  by  redeeming  blood, 
Is  bringing  sinners  back  to  God, 
And  guides  them  safely  by  his  word 
To  endless  day. 


388 


OCCA  SIGNAL 


2  Hail,  Jesus  !  all  victorious  Lord  ! 
Be  thou  by  all  mankind  adored  ! 
For  us  didst  thou  the  fight  maintain, 
And  o'er  our  foes  the  victory  gain. 
That  we,  with  thee,  might  ever  reign 

In  endless  day. 

3  There  we  shall  in  full  chorus  join. 
With  saints  and  angels,  ^all  combine 
To  sing  of  his  redeeming  love, 
When  rolling  years  shall  cease  to  move, 
And  this  shall  be  our  theme  above. 

In  endless  day. 

Medley. 

1244  8s. 

Ex\R  the  royal  proclamation, 
The  glad  tidings  of  salvation, 
Publishing  to  every  creature. 
To  the  ruined  sons  of  nature  : 

2  See  the  royal  banner  flying. 
Hear  the  heralds  loudly  crying, 
"  Rebel  sinners,  royal  favor 
Now  is  oiTered  by  the  Saviour." 

3  Shout,  ye  tongues  of  every  nation, 
To  the  bounds  of  the  creation  ; 
Shout  the  praise  of  Judah's  Lion, 
The  Almighty  Prince  of  Zion. 

4  Shout,  ye  saints,  make  joyful  mention, 
Christ  hath  purchased  our  redemption ; 
Angels,  shout  the  pleasing  story. 
Through  the  brighter  worlds  of  glory. 

Chorus. 

Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns, 
Jesus  reigns,  he  reigns  victorious,  i 

Over  heaven  and  earth  most  glorious,  j  3 
Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns,  Jesus  reigns. 


^24-5  8s&7s. 

SHOUT  the  tidings  of  salvation 
To  the  aged  and  the  young. 
Till  the  precious  invitation 

Waken  every  heart  and  tongue. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation, 
O'er  the  prairies  of  the  West ; 

Till  each  gath'ring  congregation 
With  the  gospel  sound  is  blest. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation. 
Mingling  with  the  ocean's  roar  ; 

Till  the  ships  of  every  nation. 

Bear  the  news  from  shore  to  shore. 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 
O'er  the  islands  of  the  sea ; 

Till,  in  humble  adoration. 

All  to  Christ  shall  bow  the  knee. 

Chorus. 
Send  the  sound  the  earth  around, 
From  the  rising  to  the  setting  of  the 
sun. 
Till  each  gath'ring   crowd   shall    pro- 
claim aloud, 
"The  glorious  work  is  done  !" 

1246  73. 

ASTEN,  Lord,  the  glorious  time, 
When,  beneath  Messiah's  sway. 
Every  nation,  every  clime. 
Shall  the  gospel  call  obey. 

Mightiest  kings  his  power  shall  own  ; 

Fleathen  tribes  his  name  adore  ; 
Satan  and  his  host,  o'erthrown, 

Bound  in  chains,  shall  hurt  no  more. 

Then  shall  wars  and  tumults  cease, 
Then  be  banished  grief  and  pain; 


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Righteousness  and  joy  and  peace,         j  3 
Undisturbed,  shall  ever  reign, 

-4  Bless  we  then  our  gracious  Lord ; 
Ever  praise  his  glorious  name  ; 
All  his  mighty  acts  record  ; 

All  his  wondrous  love  proclaim. 


Lyte. 


1247 


I 


P.  M. 
F I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice, 
That  could  travel  the  wide  world 
through, 
I  would  fly  on  the  beams  of  the  morn- 
ing light, 
And  speak  to  men  with  a  gentle  might, 

And  tell  them  to  be  true. 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  over  land  and 

sea. 
Wherever  a  human  heart  might  be, 
Telling  a  tale  or  singing  a  song 
In  praise  of  the  right — in  blame  of  the 
wrong, 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  over  land  and  sea. 

If  I  were  a  voice,  a  consoling  voice, 

I'd  fly  on  the  wings  of  the  air  ; 
The  homes  of  sorrow    and    guilt   I'd 

seek, 
And  calm  and  truthful  words  I'd  speak. 

To  save  them  from  despair. 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  o'er  the  crowded 

town. 
And    drop,    like    the    happy  sunlight, 

down 
Into  the  hearts  of  suffering  men, 
And  teach  them  to  look  up  again  : 

I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  o'er  the  crowded  town. 


If  I  were  a  voice,  a  convincing  voice, 

I'd  travel  with  the  wind. 
And  wherever  I  saw  the  nations  torn. 
By  warfare,  jealousy,  spite  or  scorn. 

Or  hatred  of  their  kind, 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on  the  thunder 

crash, 
And  into  their  blinded  bosoms  flash  ; 
Then,  with  their  evil  thoughts  subdued, 
I'd  teach  them  Christian  brotherhood  ; 

I  Vv'ould  fly,  I  would  fly, 
I  would  fly  on  the  thunder  crash. 

If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 
I  would  fly  the  earth  around : 

And  wherever  man  to  his  idols  bowed, 

I'd  publish  in  notes  both  long  and  loud 
The  Gospel's  joyful  sound. 

I  would  fly,  I  would  fly  on   the  wings 
of  day. 

Proclaiming  jicace  on   my  world-wide 
way, 

Bidding  the  saddened  earth  rejoice — 

If  I  were  a  voice,  an  immortal  voice, 
I  would  fly,  I  would  fly, 

I  v/ould  fly  on  the  wings  of  day. 

1248  8S&7S. 

LET  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams 
_/     Lying  all  around  our  path ; 
Let  us  keep  the  wheat  and  roses. 

Casting  out  the  thorns  and  chaff; 
Let  us  find  our  sweetest  comfort 

In  the  blessings  of  to-day. 
With  a  patient  hand  removing 
All  the  briars  from  the  way. 

Strange,  we  never  prize  the  music 
Till  the  sweet-voiced  bird  has  flown  ! 


390 


OCCASIONAL. 


Strange,  that  we  should  slight  the  violets 
Till  the  lovely  flowers  are  gone ! 

Strange,  the  summer  skies  and  sunshine 
Never  seem  one  half  so  fair, 

As  when  winter's  snowy  pinions 
Shake  the  white  down  in  the  air. 

3  If  we  knew  the  baby  fingers, 

Pressed  against  the  window-pane, 
Would  be  cold  and  stiff  to-morrow — 

Never  trouble  us  again — 
Would  the  bright  eyes  of  our  darling 

Catch  the  frown  upon  our  brow  ? 
Would  the  print  of  rosy  fingers 

Vex  us  then  as  they  do  now  ? 

4  Ah  !  those  little  ice-cold  fingers, 

How  they  point  our  memories  back 
To  the  hasty  words  and  actions 

Strewn  along  our  backward  track  ! 
How  those  little  hands  remind  us. 

As  in  snowy  grace  they  lie, 
Not  to  scatter  thorns — but  roses — 

For  our  reaping  by  and  by. 

y-,,  Mary  Riley  Smith. 

Lhoviis. 
Then  scatter  seeds  of  kindness, 
For  our  reaping  by  and  by. 

1249  P.M. 

1  "  ]V  T  OTHING  to  do!"  in  this  world 

J.  \|  of  ours, 

Where  weeds  spring   up  with  f-iirest 

flowers, 
Where  smiles  have  only  a  fitful  play, 
Where  hearts  are  breaking  every  day  ! 
"Nothing  to  do!  nothing  to  do  ! '' 

2  "Nothing  to  do!"   O  thou  Christian 

soul,  [stole ; 

Wrapping  thee  round  in   thy   selfish 


Off  with  the  garments  of  sloth  and  sin, 
Christ,  the  Lord,  hath  a  kingdom  to  win. 
"  Nothing  to  do !  nothing  to  do  !  " 
"  Nothing  to  do  !  "  there  are  prayers  to 

lay 
On  the  altar  of  incense  day  by  day  ; 
There  are  foes  to  meet  thee  within  and 

without ; 
There  is  error  to  conquer  strong  and 

stout. 
"  Nothing  to  do  !  nothing  to  do  !  " 

4  "  Nothing  to  do  !  "  there  are  minds  to 
I  teach 

j  The  simplest  forms  of  Christian  speech; 
!  There  are  hearts  to  lure  thee  with 
loving  wile  ; 

From  grimmest  haunts  of  sin's  defile. 

"  Nothing  to  do  !  nothing  to  do  !  " 

5  "  Nothing  to  do !"  and  thy  Saviour  said, 
"  Follow  thou  me  in  the  paths  I  tread ;" 
Lord,  lend  thy  help  all  the  journey  thro'. 
Lest  faint  we  cry,  '■'■So  much  to  do!'' 
Lest  faint  we  cry,  "So  much  to  do/" 

1250 

1  ^  AY,    is   your   lamp    burning,    my 
w3         brother  ? 

I  pray  you  look  quickly,  and  see. 
For  if  it  were  burning,  then  surely 
Some  beams  would  fall  bright  upon 
me. 
Straight,  straight  is   the  road,  but  I 
falter. 
And  oft  I  fall  out  by  the  way ; 
Then  lift  your  lamp  higher,  my  brother, 
Lest  I  should  make  fatal  delay. 

2  Oh,  see  !  there  are  many  around  you 

Who  follow  wherever  you  go ; 


BENE  VOLENCE. 


391 


And  thought  you  they  walked  in  the 
shadow 
Your  lamp  would  burn  brighter,  I 
know  : 
Upon  the  dark  mountains  they  stumble, 
They're  bruised  on  the  rocks,  and 
they  lie 
With  white  pleading  faces  turned  up- 
ward 
To  the  clouds  and  the  pitiful  sk)-. 

3  How  many  a  lamp  that  is  flick'ring 

Behold  we  anear  and  afar  : 
Not  many  among  them,  my  brother, 

Shine  steadily  on  like  a  star  : 
I  think  were  they  trimmed  night  and 
morning, 
They  never  'd  burn  down  or  go  out, 
Though   from    the   four    quarters    of 
heaven 
The  winds  were  all  blowing  about. 

4  If  once  all  the  lamps  that  are  lighted 

Should  steadily  blaze  in  a  line, — 
Wide  over  the  land  and  the  ocean, — 

What  a  girdle  of  glory  Avould  shine. 
How  all  the  dark  places  would  brighten, 

How  mists  would  roll  up  and  away  ! 
How    earth  would  laugh  out   in  her 
gladness 

To  hail  the  millennial  day  ! 


^251  8s&7s. 

I  ''  I  ^HERE  are  lonely  hearts  to  cher- 
J.  ish. 

While  the  days  are  going  by  ; 

There  are  weary  souls  who  perish, 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 


If  a  smile  we  can  renew, 
As  our  journey  we  pursue, 
Oh,  the  good  we  all  may  do, 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

There's  no  time  for  idle  scorning 

While  the  days  are  going  by ; 
Let  our  face  be  like  the  morning 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 
Oh  !  the  world  is  full  of  sighs, 
Full  of  sad  and  weeping  eyes. 
Help  your  fallen  brothers  rise 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

All  the  loving  links  that  bind  us 

While  the  days  are  going  by. 
One  by  one  we  leave  behind  us 
While  the  days  are  going  by; 
But  the  seeds  of  good  we  sow, 
Both  in  shade  and  shine  will  grow. 
And  will  keep  our  hearts  aglow 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 

Chorus. 
Up  !  then,  trusty  hearts  and  true, 
Tho'  the  day  comes,  night  comes  too ; 
Oh,  the  good  we  all  may  do. 
While  the  days  are  going  by. 


G 


1252  c.M. 

O  forth  on  winjrs  of  faith   and 


prayer. 

Ye  pages,  bright  with  love  ; 
Though  mute,  the  joyful  tidings  bear. 
Salvation  from  above. 

Go,  tell  the  sinful,  careless  soul 
The  warning  God  has  given  ; 

Go,  make  the  wounded  spirit  whole, 
With  healing  balm  from  heaven. 


392 


OCCA  SIGNAL. 


3  Go  to  the  rude,  the  dark,  the  poor. 

That  live  estranged  from  God  ; — 
Bid  them  the  pearl  of  price  secure, 
Bought  with  a  Saviour's  blood. 

4  O  Jesus,  Friend  of  dying  men. 

Thy  presence  we  implore  ; 
Without  thy  blessing  all  is  vain; 
Be  with  us  evermore. 

Hastings. 

^^53  CM.! 

1  T  T  T'EEP  for  the  lost !  Thy  Saviour 

VV  wept 

O'er  Salem's  hapless  doom  ; 
He  wept,  to  think  their  day  was  past. 
And  come  their  night  of  gloom. 

2  Weep  for  the  lost !  Apostles  wept, 

That  men  should  error  choose  ; 
That  dying  men  should  Christ  reject, 
And  endless  life  refuse. 

3  Weep  for  the  lost !  The  lost  vv-ill  weep, 

In  that  long  night  of  woe, 
On  which  no  star  of  hope  will  rise, 
And  tears  in  vain  will  flow. 

4  W^eep   for   the    lost !    Lord,   make  us 

weep, 
And  toil,  with  ceaseless  care, 
To  save  our  friends,  ere  yet  they  joass 
That  point  of  deep  despair. 

COLVER. 

^^54-  6s&4s. 

land,  with  mercies  crowned. 
This  wide,  enchanted  ground, 
O  God,  is  thine  : 
Our  fathers  knew  thy  name  ; 
The  trophies  of  their  fame — 
Our  heritage — proclaim, 
A  Power  divine. 


I    /^URl 
\J  This 


Far  in  the  purple  west. 
Thy  hand  with  beauty  drest 

These  fertile  plains. 
These  rivers  dark  and  deep, 
These  torrents  down  the  steep, 
These  mighty  woods  that  sweep 

From  mountain  chains. 

Dear  Native  Land,  rejoice  ! 
Raise  thou  thy  virgin  voice 

To  God  on  high  ; 
From  all  thy  hills  and  bays, 
From  all  thy  homes  and  ways, 
Let  symphonies  and  praise 

Ascend  the  sky. 

And  thou.  Almighty  One, 
At  whose  eternal  throne 

She  bows  the  knee  ; 
In  all  the  coming  time, 
Bless  thou  this  favored  clime, 
And  may  her  deeds  sublime 

Be  hymns  to  thee  ! 

E.  T.    V.'iN'KLER. 

^^^S  6s&4s. 

Y  country,  'tis  of  thee. 
Sweet  land  of  liberty. 
Of  thee  I  sing  : 
Land  where  my  fathers  died, 
Land  of  the  pilgrims'  pride, 
From  every  mountain  side 
Let  freedom  ring ! 

My  native  country,  thee. 
Land  of  the  noble  free. 

Thy  name  I  love  : 
I  love  thy  rocks  and  rills, 
Thy  woods  and  templed  hills ; 
My  heart  with  rapture  thrills 

Like  that  above. 


OUR     COUNTRY. 


393 


G' 


1  Let  music  swell  the  breeze, 
And  ring  from  all  the  trees 

Sweet  freedom's  song; 
Let  mortal  tongues  awake, 
Let  all  that  breathe  partake, 
Let  rocks  their  silence  break, 

The  sound  prolong. 
4  Our  fathers'  God,  to  thee. 
Author  of  liberty. 

To  thee  we  sing; 
Long  may  our  land  be  bright 
With  freedom's  holy  light. 
Protect  us  by  thy  might. 

Great  God,  our  King  ! 

S.  F.  Smith. 

^25^_  6s&4s. 

OD  bless  our  native  land  ! 
Firm  may  she  ever  stand. 
Through  storm  and  night : 
When  the  wild  tempests  rave, 
Ruler  of  wind  and  wave, 
Do  thou  our  country  save 
By  thy  great  might  ! 

2  For  her  our  prayer  shall  rise 
To  God,  above  the  skies ; 

On  him  we  wait: 
Thou  who  art  ever  nigh, 
Guarding  with  watchful  eye, 
To  thee  aloud  we  cry, 

God  save  the  State  !  j.  s.  Dwight. 

^'^Sl  6s&4s. 

"ORD,  from  thy  blessed  throne, 

Sorrow  look  down  upon  ! 
God  save  the  poor ! 
Teach  them  true  liberty, 
Make  them  from  tyrants  free, 
Let  their  homes  happy  be  1 
God  save  the  poor ! 


.JO. 


The  arms  of  wicked  men 

Do  thou  with  might  restrain — ■ 

God  save  the  poor ! 
Raise  thou  their  lowliness, 
Succor  thou  their  distress. 
Thou  whom  the  meanest  bless; 

God  save  the  poor ! 

Give  them  stanch  honesty, 
Let  their  pride  manly  be — 

God  save  the  poor  ! 
Help  them  -to  hold  the  right. 
Give  thera  both  truth  and  might, 
Lord  of  all  life  and  light ! 

God  save  the  poor ! 

NicoLU 

125^        Ss,7s&4s. 

VISIT,  Lord,  this  land  in  mercy, 
Bid  its  storms  and  terrors  cease; 
Rise  in  beauteous  radiance  o'er  us, 
Sun  of  Righteousness  and  Peace  : 

God  of  Nations, 
Grant  from  woes  a  long  release. 

Throw  thy  shield  of  strong  protection 
All  thy  firvored  land  around  : 

Under  thy  benign  direction, 
Let  its  ruling  minds  be  found  ; 

Peace  diffusing 
To  the  nation's  utmost  bound. 

Let  not  such  a  land  of  beauty 
Lie  beneath  the  clouds  of  sin  ; 

Onward  urge  its  glorious  duty. 
Moral  victories  to  win  ; 

Now  in  mercy, 
Let  its  brightest  days  begin. 

Oh,  let  smiling  peace  bend  o'er  it, 
Oh,  let  constant  plenty  crown  ; 


394 


OCCASIONAL. 


Let  contention  flee  before  it, 
Let  it  tread  all  evil  down  ; 

While  dark  discord 
Sinks  beneath  a  nation's  frown. 

5  Let  the  bright  regeneration 

Of  a  noble  people  come ; 
And  their  moral  renovation 

Bless  the  States  and  make  them  one ; 

Bidding  temperance 
Flourish    round   their    hearth    and 
home. 

6  Bless  the  Rulers,  bless  the  nation, 

Bless  its  intellectual  sway  ; 
Bless  its  rising  generation, 

Be  their  guide,  and  be  their  stay ; 

Watching  o'er  them, 
To  their  history's  latest  day. 

'^59       8s,7s&4s. 

1  "  "p  BENEZER  !  God  is  with  us  !" 

\    ^     Sang  our  fathers  long  ago : 
"Ebenezer?  God  is  with  us," 
Sing  their  grateful  children  now : 

Ebenezer ! 
Every  knee  in  worship  bow. 

2  Blessing  now  and  adoration 

Young  and  old  in  concert  sing ; 
Sing  in  lofty  jubilation 

To  our  great  Redeemer,  King  ; 

Grace  and  mercy 
His  right  arm  alone  did  bring. 

3  "  Ebenezer!  God  is  with  us  !" 

Echo  down  the  stream  of  time, 
"Ebenezer!"  till  the  story 
From  the  hills  of  glory  chime, 

And  the  angels 
Swell  the  glorious  song  sublime. 


1260  73 

1  "\  ^  7  H Y,  O  God  !  thy  people  spurn  ? 

V  V     Why  permit  thy  wrath  to  burn  ? 
God  of  mercy  I  turn  once  more, 
All  our  broken  hearts  restore. 

2  Thou  hast  made  our  land  to  quake, 
Heal  the  sorrows  thou  dost  make; 
Bitter  is  the  cup  we  drink. 

Suffer  not  our  souls  to  sink. 

3  Be  thy  banner  now  unfurled, 
Show  thy  truth  to  all  the  world ; 
Save  us,  Lord,  we  cry  to  thee, 
Lift  thine  arm — thy  chosen  free. 

4  Give  us  now  relief  from  pain, — 
Human  aid  is  all  in  vain  : 

We,  through  God,  shall  yet  prevail. 
He  will  help,  when  foes  assail. 

Hatfield. 

I  20 1  6s  &  4s. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  God  of  harvest  praise; 

X     In  loud  thanksgiving  raise 
Hand,  heart,  and  voice  ; 
The  valleys  smile  and  sing, 
Forests  and  mountains  ring. 
The  plains  their  tribute  bring, 
The  streams  rejoice. 

2  Yea,  bless  his  holy  name, 
And  purest  thanks  proclaim 

Through  all  the  earth ; 
To  glory  in  your  lot 
Is  duty, — but  be  not 
God's  benefits  forgot 

Amidst  your  mirth. 

3  The  God  of  harvest  praise ; 
Hands,  hearts,  and  voices  raise. 

With  sweet  accord : 


OUR     CO  UN  TR  V. 


395 


From  field  to  garner  throng, 
Bearing  your  sheaves  along, 
And  ill  your  harvest  song 
Bless  ye  the  Lord. 


.JO. 


Montgomery. 

1262  c.M. 

ORD,  while    for  all    mankind    we 

pray, 

Of  every  clime  and  coast, 
Oh,  hear  us  for  our  native  land — 
The  land  we  love  the  most. 

2  Oh,  guard  our  shore  from  every  foe. 

With  peace  our  borders  bless, 
With  prosperous  times  our  cities  crown, 
Our  fields  with  plenteousness. 

3  Unite  us  in  the  sacred  love 

Of  knowledge,  truth,  and  thee  ; 
And  let  our  hills  and  valleys  shout 
The  songs  of  liberty. 

4  Here  may  religion,  pure  and  mild, 

Smile  on  our  Sabbath  hours ; 
And  piety  and  virtue  bless 
The  home  of  us  and  ours. 

5  Lord  of  the  nations,  thus  to  thee 

Our  country  we  commend  ; 
Be  thou  her  refuge  and  her  trust. 
Her  everlasting  friend. 

Wreford. 

1263  c.M. 

EE,    gracious     God,    before    thy 
throne, 

Thy  mourning  people  bend  ! 
'Tis  on  thy  sovereign  grace  alone, 
Our  humble  hopes  depend. 

2  Alarming  judgments  from  thy  hand, 
Thy  dreadful  power  display ; 


■s 


Yet  mercy  spares  this  guilty  land, 
And  yet  we  live  to  pray. 

3  Oh,  bid  us  turn,  Almighty  Lord, 
By  thy  resistless  grace  ; 
Then  shall  our  hearts  obey  thy  word, 
And  humbly  seek  thy  face. 


1264 


Steele. 


C.  M. 


1  T  ORD,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty 
J y         land ; 

Behold,  thy  people  mourn  ; 
Shall  vengeance  ever  guide  thy  hand, 
And  mercy  ne'er  return  .-* 

2  Our  Zion  trembles  at  thy  stroke, 

And  dreads  thy  lifted  hand  ; 
Oh,  heal  the  people  thou  hast  broke, 
And  spare  our  guilty  land. 

3  Then  shall  our  loud  and  grateful  voice 

Proclaim  our  guardian  God, 
The  nations  round  the  earth  rejoice, 
And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

Watts. 

1265  L.M. 

1  /^~^  REAT  God  of  nations  !  now  to 
VJT         thee 

Our  hymn  of  gratitude  we  raise  ; 

With  humble  heart,  and  bending  knee, 

We  offer  thee  our  song  of  praise. 

2  Thy  name  we  bless,  Almighty  God ! 

For  all  the  kindness  thou  hast  shown. 
To  this  fair  land  the  Pilgrims  trod, — 
This  land  we  fondly  call  our  own. 

3  Here,  freedom  spreads  her  banner  wide, 

And   casts   her   soft  and  hallowed 
ray : — 


396 


OCCJ  SIGNAL, 


w 


Here,    thou   our  fathers'    steps   didst 
guide 
In  safety,  through  their  dangerous 
way. 
4  We  praise  thee,  that  the  gospel's  Hght, 
Tlirough   all  our  land,  its  radiance 
sheds ; 
Dispels  the  shades  of  error's  night, 
And   heavenly    blessings   round  us 
spreads. 

1266  L^ 

HEN    driven   by  oppression's 
rod, 

Our  fathers  fled  beyond  the  sea, 
Their  care  was  first  to  honor  God, 

And  next  to  leave  their  children  free. 
Above  the  forest's  gloomy  shade, 

The  altar  and  the  school  appeared : 
On  that  the  gifts  of  faith  were  laid. 
On  this  their  precious  hopes  were 
reared. 
The  altar  and  the  school  still  stand. 

The  sacred  pillars  of  our  trust ; 
And  freedom's  sons  shall  fill  the  land, 

While  we  are  sleeping  in  the  dust. 
Before  thine  altar.  Lord,  we  bend, 
With    grateful     song    and    fervent 
prayer ; 
For  thou,  who  wast  our  fathers'  Friend, 
Wilt  make  their  offspring  still  thy 
care. 

1267  L.M. 
ORD,  let  thy  goodness    lead    our 

land, 

Still  sav'd  by  thine  almighty  hand. 
The  tribute  of  its  love  to  bring 
To  thee,  our  Saviour  and  our  King. 


E' 


Let  every  public  temple  raise 
Triumphant  songs  of  holy  praise, 
Let  every  peaceful,  private  home 
A  temple.  Lord,  to  thee  become. 

Still  be  it  our  supreme  delight 
To  walk  as  in  thy  glorious  sight ; 
Still  in  thy  precepts  and  thy  fear, 
Till  life's  last  hour,  to  persevere. 

1268  8S&7S. 

SWELL  the  anthem,  raise  the  song ; 
Praises  to  our  God  belong  ; 
Saints  and  angels,  join  to  sing 
Praises  to  the  heavenly  King. 

Blessings  from  his  liberal  hand 
Flow  around  this  happy  land  ; 
Kept  by  him,  no  foes  annoy ; 
Peace  and  freedom  we  enjoy. 

Here  beneath  a  virtuous  sway 
May  we  cheerfully  obey ; 
Never  feel  oppression's  rod  ; 
Ever  own  and  worship  God. 

Hark  !  the  voice  of  nature  sings 
Praises  to  the  King  of  kings  ; 
Let  us  join  the  choral  song. 
And  the  grateful  notes  prolong. 

12-69  8S&7S. 

THANK    and    praise    Jehovah's 
name  ! 
For  his  mercies,  firm  and  sure. 
From  eternity  the  same. 
To  eternity  endure. 

Let  the  ransomed  thus  rejoice, 
Gathered  out  of  every  land, 


SEAMEN. 


As  the  people  of  his  choice, 

Plucked  from  the  destroyer's  hand. 

3  To  a  pleasant  land  he  brings, 

Where  the  vine  and  olive  grow, 
Where,  from  flowery  hills,  the  springs 
Through  luxuriant  valleys  flow. 

4  Oh,  that  men  would  praise  the  Lord 

For  his  goodness  to  their  race  ; 
For  the  wonders  of  his  word. 
And  the  riches  of  his  grace  ! 

MoXTGOr.IERV. 

^270  8s&7s. 

1  T)  RAISE,  oh  praise  our  God  and 
Jl  King, 

Hymns  of  adoration  sing  ; 
For  his  mercies  still  endure, 
Ever  faithful,  ever  sure. 

2  Praise  him  that  he  made  the  sun 
Day  by  day  his  course  to  run  ; 
And  the  silver  moon  by  night, 
Shining  v>'ith  her  gentle  light. 

3  Praise  him  that  he  gave  the  rain 
To  mature  the  swelling  grain; 
And  had  bid  the  fruitful  field 

•Crops  of  precious  increase  yield. 

4  Praise  him  for  our  harvest-store, — 
He  hath  filled  the  garner-floor, — 
And  for  richer  food  than  this. 
Pledge  of  everlasting  bliss. 

5  Glory  to  our  bounteous  King! 
Glory  let  Creation  sing  ! 
Glory  to  the  Father,  Son, 
And  blest  Spirit,  Three  in  One. 

H.  W.  Baker. 


'S 


I27I 


397 


8s,  7s  &4s. 


TAR  of  peace  to  wanderers  weary ! 
Bright  the  beams  that  smile  on 


Cheer  the  pilot's  vision  dreary. 
Far,  fiir  at  sea. 

2  Star  of  hope  !  gleam  on  the  billow ; 

Bless  the  soul  that  sighs  for  thee, 
Bless  the  sailor's  lonely  idIIIow, 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

3  Star  of  faith  !  when  winds  are  mockinsf 

All  his  toil,  he  flies  to  thee ; 
Save  him  on  the  billows  rocking. 
Far,  far  at  sea. 

4  Star  Divine  !  oh,  safely  guide  him. 

Bring  the  wanderer  home  to  thee; 
Sore  temptations  long  have  tried  him, 
"  Far,  far  at  sea. 

^^72       7s.  6  lines. 
ESUS,  Saviour,  pilot  me 

Over  life's  tempestuous  sea  ; 
Unknown  waves  before  me  roll. 
Hiding  rock,  and  treacherous  shoal ; 
Chart  and  compass  came  from  thee: 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

2  When  the  Apostles'  fragile  bark 
Struggled  with  the  billows  dark. 
On  the  stormy  Galilee, 

Thou  didst  walk  upon  the  sea; 
And  when  they  beheld  thy  form, 
Safe  they  glided  through  the  storm. 

3  As  a  mother  stills  her  child 
Thou  canst  hush  the  ocean  wild ; 
Boisterous  waves  obey  thy  will 
When  thou  sayest  to  them  "Be  still !  " 


398 


OCCASIONAL, 


Wondrous  Sovereign  of  the  sea, 
Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me. 

4  Wlien  at  last  I  near  the  shore, 
And  the  fearful  breakers  roar 
'Twixt  me  and  the  peaceful  rest. 
Then,  while  leaning  on  thy  breast, 
May  I  hear  thee  say  to  me, 
"  Fear  not,  I  will  pilot  thee  ! " 


-R 


1273  L.M. 

OCKED   in    the   cradle  of  the 
deep, 

I  lay  me  down  in  peace  to  sleep ; 
Secure  I  rest  upon  the  wave, 
For  thou,  O  Lord,  hast  power  to  save. 

2  I  know  thou  wilt  not  slight  my  call  ! 
For  thou  dost  mark  the  sparrow's  fall ! 
And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep. 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 

3  And  such  the  trust  that  still  were  mine, 
Though  stormy  winds  swept  o'er  the 

brine. 
Or  though  the  tempest's  fiery  breath 
Roused  me  from  sleep  to  wreck  and 

death ! 

4  In  ocean  cave  still  safe  with  thee. 
The  germ  of  immortality ; 

And  calm  and  peaceful  is  my  sleep. 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep. 


1274 


Mrs.  Willard. 


7s  &  6s. 


I  'T^HE  sea  is  wildly  tossing, 

\_       And  often  clothed  with  gloom. 
On  which  we're  swiftly  crossing 
To  our  eternal  home. 


2  Though  nature  in  commotion 

Defy  our  power  and  skill, 
Our  Jesus  rules  the  ocean, 
And  bids  the  winds  be  still. 

3  Sail  on  then,  comrades,  boldly, 

And  make  God's  word  your  chart; 
Do  every  duty  nobly. 

With  joyful,  trustful  heart. 

4  We'll  float  the  gospel  banner. 

And  guard  it  with  our  life. 
And  shout  at  last,  "  Hosanna," 
Victorious  in  the  strife." 

Chorus. 

Over  the  sea,  over  the  sea, 
Gracious  Saviour,  pilot  me  ; 
Over  the  sea,  over  the  sea, 
Spirit  kind,  my  guardian  be  ; 
Over  the  sea,  wherever  I  roam. 
Father  above,  oh,  bring  me  home 
Under  the  bright  celestial  dome. 


1275  S.M. 

1  ''  I  ^HE  Saviour  kindly  calls 

J.       Our  children  to  his  breast ; 
He  folds  them  in  his  gracious  arms  ; 
Himself  declares  them  blest. 

2  "  Let  them  approach,"  he  cries, 

"  Nor  scorn  their  humble  claim  ; 
The  heirs  of  heaven  are  such  as  these  ; 
For  such  as  these  I  came." 

3  With  joy  we  bring  them.  Lord, 

Devoting  them  to  thee. 
Imploring  that,  as  we  are  thine. 
Thine  may  our  offspring  be. 


SEAMEN. 


.399 


1276  s.  M. 

1  /^^UR  children  thou  dost  claim, 
V-y  O  Lord  our  God,  as  thine  : 
Ten  thousand  blessings  to  thy  name 

For  goodness  so  divine  ! 

2  Thee  let  the  fathers  own, 

Thee  let  the  sons  adore  ; 
Joined  to  the  Lord  in  solemn  vows, 
To  be  forgot  no  more. 

3  How  great  thy  mercies,  Lord  ! 

How  plenteous  is  thy  grace  ! 
Which,  in  the  promise  of  thy  love, 
Includes  our  rising  race. 

4  Our  offspring,  still  thy  care, 

Shall  own  their  fathers'  God  ! 

To  latest  times  thy  blessing  share, 

And  sound  thy  praise  abroad. 

^'^11  S.  M. 

1  'nn^HOU  God  of  sovereign  grace, 

X       In  mercy  now  appear  ; 

We  long  to  see  thy  smiling  face. 

And  feel  that  thou  art  near. 

2  Receive  these  lambs  to-day, 

O  Shepherd  of  the  flock. 
And  wash  the  stains  of  guilt  away 
Beside  the  smitten  Rock. 

3  To-day  in  love  descend  ; 

Oh,  come,  this  precious  hour  ; 
In  mercy  now  their  spirits  bend 
By  thy  resistless  power. 

4  Low  bending  at  thy  feet. 

Our  offspring  we  resign  : 
Thine  arm  is  strong,  thy  love  is  great, 
And  high  thy  glories  shine.  , 


1278  s.M. 

RE  AT  God,  now  condescend 
To  bless  our  rising  race  ; 
Soon  may  their  willing  spirits  bend, 
The  subjects  of  thy  grace. 


G 


2  Oh,  what  a  pure  delight 

Their  happiness  to  see  ; 
Our  warmest  wishes  all  unite, 
To  lead  their  souls  to  thee. 

3  Now  bless,  thou  God  of  love. 

The  word  of  truth  divine  ; 
Send  thy  good  Spirit  from  above, 
And  make  these  children  thine. 


0 


1279  CM. 

LORD,  behold  us  at  thy  feet, 
A  needy,  sinful  band  ; 
As  suppliants  round  thy  mercy-seat, 
We  come  at  thy  command. 

2  'Tis  for  our  children  we  would  plead, 

The  offspring  thou  hast  given ; 
Where  shall  we  go,  in  time  of  need, 
But  to  the  God  of  heav«  ? 

3  We  ask  not  for  them  wealth  or  fame. 

Amid  the  worldly  strife  ; 
But,  in  the  all-prevailing  Name, 
We  ask  eternal  life. 

4  We  seek  the  Spirit's  quickening  grace, 

To  make  them  pure  in  heart, 
That  they  may  stand  before  thy  face. 
And  see  thee  as  thou  art. 


1280 


C.  M. 


I    "P)  E  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 
IJ     To  guide  untutored  youth, 
And  lead  the  mind  that  went  astray 
To  virtue  and  to  truth. 


400 


OCCA  SIGNAL. 


2  Delightful  work,  young  souls  to  win, 

And  turn  the  rising  race 
From  the  deceitful  paths  of  sin 
To  seek  redeeming  grace  ! 

3  Almighty  God,  thine  influence  shed 

To  aid  this  good  design  ; 
The  honors  of  thy  name  be  spread, 
And  all  the  glory  thine. 

I281  c.M. 

1  /'^N,  through  Judea's  palmy  plain, 
V^      By  Jordan's  silv'ry  shore, 
The  Saviour  leads  the  thronging  train, 

Who  follow  to  adore. 

2  'Midst  youth,  and  sire,  and  blooming 

maid. 
He  marked  the  listening  child; 
His  hand  upon  its  head  he  laid, 
And  blest  in  accents  mild. 

3  Lord,   though  no  more   thy  hallowed 

form 
Can  greet  our  children's  sight. 
Grant   that,   whilst  life   their    breasts 

shall  warm, 
Thy  word  may  guide  them  right. 

4  They  may  not  feel  thine  earthly  touch ; 

But  be  thy  Spirit  given, 
To  make  them  holy  ;  "  for  of  such 
The  kingdom  is  of  heaven." 


I2o2        8s&7s.  D. 
I   \1^  /"E  have  met  in  peace  together 
V  V       In  this  house  of  God  again  ; 
Constant  friends  have  led  us  hither. 
Here  to  chant  the  solemn  strain  ; 
Here  to  breathe  our  adoration. 
Here  the  Saviour's  praise  to  sing ; 


May  the  Spirit  of  salvation 

Come  with  healing  in  his  wing. 

2  We  have  met,  and  time  is  flying ; 

We  shall  part,  and  still  his  wing, 
Sweeping  o'er  the  dead  and  dying, 

Will  the  changeful  seasons  bring: 
Let  us,  while  our  hearts  are  lightest. 

In  our  fresh  and  early  years, 
Turn  to  him  whose  smile  is  brightest. 

And  whose  grace  will  calm  our  fears. 

3  Then  he  '11  aid  us,  should  existence 

With  its  sorrows  sting  the  breast ; 
Gleaming  in  the  onward  distance. 

Faith  will  mark  the  land  of  rest : 
There,   'midst   day-beams    round    him 
playing, 

We  our  Father's  face  shall  see, 
And  shall  hear  him  gently  saying, 

"Little  children,  come  to  me." 

^203       8s&7s.    D. 

1  Q  AVIOUR,  who  thy  flock  art  feed- 
O         ing 

With  the  Shepherd's  kindest  care. 
And  the  feeble  gently  leading. 

While  the  lambs  thy  bosom  share. 
Now,  these  little  ones  receiving, 

Fold  them  in  thy  gracious  arm  ; 
There  we  know,  thy  word  believing. 

Only  there,  secure  from  harm. 

2  Never,  from  thy  pasture  roving. 

Let  them  be  the  lions'  prey ; 
Let  thy  tenderness  so  loving 

Keep  them  all  life's  dangerous  way. 
Then,  within  thy  fold  eternal. 

Let  them  find  a  resting-place, 
Feed  in  pastures  ever  vernal, 

Drink  the  rivers  of  thy  grace. 


TEMPERANCE. 


401 


1284  L.M. 

1  T3  ONDAGE  and  death  the  cup  con- 

iJ         tains ; 
Dash  to  the  earth  the  poisoned  bowl ! 
Softer  than  silk  are  iron  chains, 

Compared  with  those  that  chafe  the 
soul. 

2  Hosannas,  Lord,  to  thee  we  sing, 

Whose  power  the  giant  fiend  obeys  ! 
What     countless      thousands     tribute 
bring. 
For    happier    homes     and    brighter 
days ! 

3  Thou  wilt  not  break  the  bruised  reed. 

Nor  leave  the  broken  heart  unbound; 
The  wife  regains  a  husband  freed ! 
The  orphan  clasps  a  father  found  ! 

4  Spare,   Lord,  the  thoughtless !    guide 

the  blind  ! 
Till  man  no  more  shall  deem  it  just 
To  live,  by  forging  chains  to  bind 
His  weaker  brother  in  the  dust. 


1285 


Sargent. 


L.M. 


1  T  IC  7  E  praise  thee,  Lord,  if  but  one 

VV  soul, 

While  the  past  year  prolonged  its 
flight, 
Turned  shudd'ring  from  the  pois'nous 
bowl. 
To  health,  and  liberty,  and  light ! 

2  We  praise  thee — if  one  clouded  home, 

Where     broken    hearts    despairing 
pined. 
Beheld  the  sire  and  husband  come, 
Erect,  and  in  his  perfect  mind. 
2G 


3  No  more  a  weeping  wife  to  mock. 

Till  all  her  hopes  in  anguish  end — 
No  more  the  trembling  mind  to  shock, 
And  sink  the  father  in  the  fiend. 

4  Still  give  us  grace,  Almighty  King, 

Unwavering  at  our  posts  to  stand ; 
Till  grateful  at  thy  shrine  we  bring 
The  tribute  of  a  ransomed  land. 

1286  L.M. 

1  ^~^  REAT    God,   whose   hand   out- 
V_T         pours  the  rills 

And   springs   that  burst  from  all   the 

hills. 
At  whose  command  the  rock  was  riven, 
Who   send'st   on   all,    thy   rain    from 

heaven  ; 

2  We  bless  thee  for  the  crystal  draught 
By  sinless  man  in  Eden  quaffed ; 
Type   of    that   fount   whose    streams 

above. 
Flood  endless  worlds  with  life  and  love ! 

3  If  there  the  drunkard  may  not  dwell, 
But  woes  crowd  thick  his  paths  to  hell, 
Oh,  wake  and  help  us,  Lord,  to  save 
Their    souls   from    thirst   beyond  the 

grave  ! 

4  Help  them  to  heed  thy  word  divine, 
And  look  not  on  the  crimson  wine, 
To  fear  and  flee  th'  accursed  thing 
As  serpent's  bite  or  adder's  sting. 

5  Stay  thou,  O  Lord,  the  tide  of  death ! 
Rebuke  the  demon's  blasting  breath! 
And  speed,  oh,  speed,  on  every  shore, 
The  day  when  strong  drink  slays  no 

more! 


402 


OCCASIONAL. 


1287  c.M. 

LIFE  from  the  dead,  Almighty  God, 
_j     'Tis  thine  alone  to  give  ; 
To  lift  the  poor  inebriate  up, 
And  bid  the  helpless  live. 

Life  from  the  dead !  For  those  we  plead 
Fast  bound  in  passion's  chain, 

That,  from  their  iron  fetters  freed, 
They  wake  to  life  again. 

Life  from  the  dead  !  Quickened  by  thee, 
Be  all  their  powers  inclined 

To  temperance,  truth,  and  piety, 
And  pleasures  pure,  refined. 

And  may  they  by  thy  help  abide. 
The  tempter's  power  withstand; 

By  grace  restored  and  purified, 
In  Christ  accepted  stand. 


M 


1288  s.M. 

OURN  for  the  thousands  slain. 
The  youthful  and  the  strong ; 
Mourn  for  the  wine-cup's  fearful  reign, 
And  the  deluded  throng. 

Mourn  for  the  tarnished  gem — 

For  reason's  light  divine. 
Quenched  from  the  soul's  bright  dia- 
dem, 

Where  God  had  bid  it  shine. 
Mourn  for  the  ruined  soul — 

Eternal  life  and  light 
Lost  by  the  fiery,  maddening  bowl. 

And  turned  to  hopeless  night. 
Mourn  for  the  lost — but  call. 

Call  to  the  strong,  the  free  ; 
Rouse  them  to  shun  that  dreadful  fall. 

And  to  the  refuge  flee. 


Mourn  for  the  lost — but  pray, 

Pray  to  our  God  above. 
To  break  the  fell  destroyer's  sway, 

And  show  his  saving  love. 


1289 


L.  M. 

ETERNAL  Source  of  every  joy. 
Well    may  thy   praise  our   lips 
employ, 
While  in  thy  temple  we  appear, 
To  hail  thee.  Sovereign  of  the  year  ! 

Wide  as  the  wheels  of  nature  roll. 
Thy   hand   supports   and   guides   the 

whole. 
The  sun  is  taught  by  thee  to  rise, 
And  darkness  when  to  vail  the  skies. 

The  flowery  spring  at  thy  command. 
Perfumes  the  air,  adorns  the  land ; 
The  summer  rays  with  vigor  shine, 
To  raise  the  corn,  to  cheer  the  vine. 

Thy  hand,  in  autumn,  richly  pours, 
Through    all    our    coasts,  redundant 

stores  : 
And  winters,  softened,  by  thy  care, 
No  more  the  face  of  horror  wear. 

Seasons  and  months,  and  weeks  and 

days, 
Demand  successive  songs  of  praise  ; 
And  be  the  grateful  homage  paid, 
With  morning  light  and  evening  shade. 

Here  in  thy  house  let  incense  rise, 
And  circling  Sabbaths  bless  our  eyes, 
Till  to  those  lofty  heights  we  soar, 
Where  days  and  years  revolve  no  more. 

DODDKIDGE. 


THE     YEAR. 


■403 


1290  L.M. 

1  /^"^  REAT  God,  we  sing  that  mighty 
VJT         hand 

By  which  supported  still  we  stand ; 
The  opening  year  thy  mercy  shows  ; 
Let  mercy  crown  it  till  it  close. 

2  By  da}',  by  night,  at  home,  abroad, 
Still  we  are  guarded  by  our  God  ; 
By  his  incessant  bounty  fed. 

By  his  unerring  counsel  led. 

3  With  grateful  hearts  the  past  we  own ; 
The  future,  all  to  us  unknown. 

We  to  thy  guardian  care  commit. 
And  peaceful  leave  before  thy  feet. 

4  In  scenes  exalted  or  deprest. 

Be  thou  our  joy,  and  thou  our  rest; 
Thy  goodness  all  our  hopes  shall  raise. 
Adored  through  all  our  changing  days. 

Doddridge. 

I29I  L.M. 

1  /'"AUR  helper,   God,    we  bless  thy 
V^^         name. 

Whose  love  forever  is  the  same  ; 
The  tokens  of  whose  gracious  care 
Begin  and  crown  and  close  the  year. 

2  Amid  ten  thousand  snares  we  stand. 
Supported  by  thy  guardian  hand  ; 
And  see,  when  we  review  our  ways, 
Ten  thousand  monuments  of  praise. 

3  Thus  far  thine  arm  has  led  us  on  ; 
Thus  far  we  make  thy  mercy  known; 
And  while  we  tread  this  desert  land. 
New  mercies  shall  new  songs  demand. 


4  Our  grateful  souls  on  Jordan's  shore 
Shall  raise  one  sacred  pillar  more. 
Then  bear,  in  thy  bright  courts  above. 
Inscriptions  of  immortal  love. 


1292 


Doddridge. 

^^  )S,  8s,  &  4s. 

1  *"  I  ^HE  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

X       Who  reigns  enthroned  above  ; 
Ancient  of  everlasting  days, 

And  God  of  love  : 
JEHOVAH,  GREAT  I  AM  ! 

By  earth  and  heaven  confessed ; 
I  bow  and  bless  the  sacred  Name, 
Forever  blest. 

2  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

At  whose  supreme  command 
From  earth  I  rise,  and  seek  the  joys 

At  his  right  hand : 
I  all  on  earth  forsake. 

Its  wisdom,  fame,  and  power ; 
And  him  my  only  portion  make, 
My  shield  and  tower. 

3  The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise, 

Whose  all-sufficient  grace 
Shall  guide  me  all  my  happy  days 

In  all  his  ways  ; 
He  calls  a  worm  his  friend  : 
He  calls  himself  my  God  ! 
And  he  shall  save  me  to  the  end, 
Through  Jesus'  blood. 

4  He  by  himself  hath  sworn  : 

I  on  his  oath  depend  ; 
I  shall,  on  eagles'  wings  upborne, 

To  heaven  ascend ; 
I  shall  behold  his  face  ; 

I  shall  his  power  adore. 
And  sing  the  wonders  of  his  grace 

For  evermore.  Olivers. 


404 


OCCASIONAL. 


1293        6s,  8s  &  4s. 

1  'nr^HE  goodly  land  I  see, 

jI_       With  peace  and  plenty  blest ; 
The  land  of  sacred  liberty 

And  endless  rest : 
There  milk  and  honey  flow, 

And  oil  and  wine  abound, 

And  trees  of  life  forever  grow, 

With  mercy  crowned. 

2  He  keeps  his  own  secure  ; 

He  guards  them  by  his  side  ; 
Arrays  in  garments  white  and  pure 

His  spotless  bride  ; 
W^ith  streams  of  sacred  bliss. 
With  groves  of  living  joys. 
With  all  the  fruits  of  Paradise, 
He  still  supplies. 

3  Before  the  great  Three-One 

They  all  exulting  stand, 
And  tell  the  wonders  he  hath  done 

Through  all  their  land  : 
The  listening  spheres  attend, 

And  swell  the  growing  fame, 
And  sing,  in  songs  which  never  end. 

The  wondrous    Name.  Olivers. 

J  294  7s.    D. 

1  "\^T  T'HILE   with   ceaseless    course 

V  V  the  sun 

Hasted  through  the  former  year. 
Many  souls  their  race  have  run. 

Never  more  to  meet  us  here  : 
Fixed  in  an  eternal  state. 

They  have  done  with  all  below; 
We  a  little  longer  wait, 

But  how  little,  none  can  know. 

2  As  the  winged  arrow  flies 

Speedily  the  mark  to  find  ; 


As  the  lightning  from  the  skies 
Darts  and  leaves  no  trace  behind ; 

Swiftly  thus  our  fleeting  days 

Bear  us  down  life's  rapid  stream  ; 

Upward,  Lord,  our  spirits  raise. 
All  below  is  but  a  dream. 

3  Thanks  for  mercies  past  receive  ; 

Pardon  of  our  sins  renew  ; 
Teach  us  henceforth  how  to  live 

With  eternity  in  view  ; 
Bless  thy  word  to  young  and  old ; 

Fill  us  with  a  Saviour's  love  ; 
And  when  life's  short  tale  is  told, 

May  we  dwell  with  thee  above. 

Newton. 

1295  c.   M. 

UR  Father  !  throucrh  the  coming 


year 

We  know  not  what  shall  be  ; 
But  we  would  leave  without  a  fear 
Its  ordering  all  to  thee. 

2  It  may  be  we  shall  toil  in  vain 

For  what  the  world  holds  fair; 
And  all  the  good  we  thought  to  gain, 
Deceive  and  prove  but  care. 

3  It  may  be  it  shall  darkly  blend 

Our  love  with  anxious  fears, 
And  snatch  away  the  valued  friend, 
The  tried  of  many  years. 

4  It  may  be  it  shall  bring  us  days 

And  nights  of  lingering  pain  ; 

And  bid  us  take  a  farewell  gaze 

Of  these  loved  haunts  of  men. 

5  But  calmlv,  Lord,  on  thee  we  rest ; 

No  fears  our  trust  shall  move ; 
Thou  knowest  what  for  each  is  best, 
And  thou  art  Perfect  Love. 


THE     YEAR. 


405 


1296 


C.  M. 

1  OTERN    winter     throws    his     icy 
v3         chains, 

Encircling  nature  round ; 
How     bleak,     how     comfortless    the 
plains, 
Of  late  with  verdure  crowned  ! 

2  The  sun  withdraws  his  vital  beams. 

And  light  and  warmth  depart ; 
And  drooping,  lifeless  nature  seems 
An  emblem  of  my  heart, — 

3  My  heart,  where  mental  winter  reigns, 

In  night's  dark  mantle  clad, 
Confined  in  cold,  inactive  chains  ; 
How  desolate  and  sad  ! 

4  Return,  O  blissful  sun,  and  bring 

Thy  soul-reviving  ray ; 
This  mental  winter  shall  be  spring, 
This  darkness  cheerful  day. 

5  Oh,  happy  state,  divine  abode ! 

Where  spring  eternal  reigns. 
And  perfect  day,  the  smile  of  God, 
Fills  all  the  heavenly  plains. 

6  Great  Source  of  light,  thy  beams  dis- 

play. 
My  drooping  joys  restore, 
And  guide  me  to  the  seats  of  day. 
Where  winter  frowns  no  more. 

Steele. 

1297  CM. 

I    "13  EMARK,   my  soul,    the  narrow 
Xv         bound 

Of  each  revolving  year ; 
How  swift  the  weeks  complete  their 
round ! 
How  short  the  months  appear  ! 


2  So  fast  eternity  comes  on. 

And  that  important  day 
When  all  that  mortal  life  hath  done 
God's  judgment  shall  survey. 

3  Yet  like  an  idle  tale  we  pass 
.    The  swift-revolving  year, 
And  study  artful  ways  t'  increase 

The  speed  of  its  career. 

4  x\wake,  O  God,  my  careless  heart 

Its  great  concerns  to  see. 
That  I  may  act  the  Christian  part, 
And  give  the  year  to  thee. 

5  So    shall   their  course    more   grateful 

roll. 
If  future  years  arise  ; 
Or  this  shall  bear  my  waiting  soul 
To  joy  beyond  the  skies. 


1298 


DoDDRID.ViE. 


C.  M. 


1  '  I  ^HEE  we  adore,  Eternal  Name, 

X       And  humbly  own  to  thee 
How  feeble  is  our  mortal  frame. 
What  dying  worms  are  we. 

2  The  year  rolls  round,  and  steals  away 

The  breath  that  first  it  gave  ; 

Whate'er  we  do,  where'er  w-e  be. 

We're  traveling  to  the  grave. 

3  Great  God,  on  what  a  slender  thread 

Hang  everlasting  things  ! — 
The  final  state  of  all  the  dead 
Upon  life's  feeble  strings  ! 

4  Eternal  joy,  or  endless  woe. 

Attends  on  every  breath; 
And  yet  how  unconcerned  we  go 
Upon  the  brink  of  death  ! 


m 


OCCA  SIGNAL. 


'K 


5  Awake,  O  Lord,  our  drowsy  sense, 
To  walk  this  dangerous  road  ; 
And  if  our  souls  are  hurried  hence, 
May  they  be  found  with  God. 

Watts. 

1299  c.M. 

^ND  now,  my  soul,  another  year' 
Of  thy  short  life  is  past ; 
I  cannot  long  continue  here. 
And  this  may  be  my  last. 

2  Much  of  my  hasty  life  is  gone. 

Nor  will  return  again  ; 
And  swift  my  passing  moments  run, — 
The  few  that  yet  remain. 

3  Awake,  my  soul ;  with  ulinost  care 

Thy  true  condition  learn  : 
What  are  thy  hopes  ?  how  sure  ?  how 
fair? 
What  is  thy  great  concern  ? 

4  Behold,  another  year  begins  ; 

Set  out  afresh  for  heaven  ; 
Seek  pardon  for  thy  former  sins, 
In  Christ  so  freely  given. 

5  Devoutly  yield  thyself  to  God, 

And  on  his  grace  depend  ; 
With  zeal  pursue  the  heavenly  road, 
Nor  doubt  a  happy  end. 


N 


1300  CM. 

OW,   gracious   Lord,  thine  arm 
reveal, 

And  make  thy  glory  known  ; 
Now  let  us  all  thy  presence  feel, 

And  soften  hearts  of  stone. 
From  all  the  guilt  of  former  sin 

May  mercy  set  us  free  ; 
And  let  the  year  we  now  begin, 
Begin  and  end  with  thee. 


Send  down  thy  Spirit  from  above, 
That  saints  may  love  thee  more, 

And  sinners  now  may  learn  to  love, 
Who  never  loved  before. 

And  when  before  thee  we  appear, 

In  our  eternal  home. 
May  growing  numbers  worship  here. 

And  praise  thee  in  our  room. 

Newton. 

1301  CM. 

GOD  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise 
Our  voices  shall  resound  ; 
Thy  hand  directs  our  fleeting  daj's. 
And  brings  the  seasons  round. 

To  thee  shall  grateful  songs  arise. 
Our  Father  and  our  Friend, 

Whose  constant  mercies  from  the  skies, 
In  genial  streams  descend. 

In  every  scene  of  life,  thy  care, 

In  every  age,  we  see  ; 
And  constant  as  thy  favors  are, 

So  let  our  praises  be. 

Still  may  thy  love,  in  every  scene. 

In  every  age,  appear; 
And  let  the  same  compassion  deign 

To  bless  the  opening  year. 

If  mercy  smile,  let  mercy  bring 
Our  wandering  souls  to  God  : 

In  our  affliction  we  shall  sing. 
If  thou  wilt  bless  the  rod. 


Heginbotham. 


1302 


C.  M. 

THE  time  is  short !   sinners,  be- 
ware, 
Nor  trifle  time  away  ; 
The  word  of  great  salvation  hear, 
While  it  is  called  to-day. 


THE     YEAR, 


4.07 


2  The  time  is  short !     O  sinners,  now 

To  Christ,  the  Lord,  submit ; 
To  mercy's  golden  sceptre  bow, 
And  fall  at  Jesus'  feet. 

3  The  time  is  short !  ye  saints,  rejoice — 

The  Lord  will  quickly  come  ; 
Soon  shall   you  hear  the  Bridegroom's 
voice, 
To  call  you  to  your  home. 

4  The  time  is  short !  the  moment  near, 

When  we  shall  dwell  above, 
And  be  for  ever  happy  there. 

With  Jesus,  whom  we  love.       hoskins. 

^Z^Z     5s,  6s  &  lis. 


I    /"^OME,  let  us  anew 


Our  journey  pursue. 
Roll  round  with  the  year. 
And  never  stand  still  till  the  Master  ap- 
pear ; 
His  adorable  will 
Let  us  gladly  fulfill. 
And  our  talents  improve, 
By  the  patience  of  hope,  and  the  labor 
of  love. 

2  Our  life  is  a  dream ; 
Our  time,  as  a  stream, 
Glides  swiftly  away. 

And  the  fugitive  moment  refuses  to  stay ; 

The  arrow  is  flown  ; 

The  moment  is  gone  ; 

The  millennial  year 
Rushes  on  to  our  view;  and  eternity's  near. 

3  Oh,  that  each,  in  the  day 
Of  his  coming,  may  say, 

"  I  have  fought  my  way  through  ; 
I  have  finished  the  work  thou  didst  give 
me  to  do; " 


Oh,  that  each  firom  his  Lord 
May  receive  the  glad  word, 
"  Well  and  faithfully  done  ; 
Enter  into  my  joy,  and  sit  down  on  my 
throne."  c.Weslev. 

1304  7s. 

1  ''  I  ^HOU  who  roU'st  the  year  around, 

X       Crowned    with    mercies    large 
and  free, 
Rich  thy  gifts  to  us  abound, 

Warm  our  praise  shall  rise  to  thee. 

2  Kindly  to  our  worship  bow, 

While  our  grateful  thanks  we  tell, 
That,  sustained  by  thee,  we  now 
Bid  the  parting  year — farewell  1 

3  All  its  numbered  days  are  sped, 

All  its  busy  scenes  are  o'er, 
All  its  joys  forever  fled. 

All  its  sorrows  felt  no  more. 

4  Mingled  with  the  eternal  past, 

Its  remembrance  shall  decay ; 
Yet  to  be  revived  at  last 

At  the  solemn  judgment  day. 

5  All  our  follies,  Lord,  forgive  ! 

Cleanse  us  from  each  guilty  stain  ; 
Let  thy  grace  within  us  live, 

That  we  spend  not  years  in  vain. 

6  Then,  when  life's  last  eve  shall  come, 

Happy  spirits,,  may  we  fly 
To  our  everlasting  home, 

To  our  Father's  house  on  hisfh  ! 


"^Z^S 


7s. 


I    IT? OR  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 


Constant  through  another  year, 
Hear  our  song  of  thankfulness  ; 
Jesus,  our  Redeemer,  hear. 


408 


OCCASIONAL. 


2  In  our  weakness  and  distress, 

Rock  of  Strength,  be  thou  our  Stay, 
In  the  pathless  wilderness 
Be  our  true  and  living  Way. 

3  Who  of  us  death's  awful  road 

In  the  coming  year  shall  tread, 
With  thy  rod  and  staff,  O  God, 
Comfort  thou  his  dying  bed. 

4  Make  us  faithful,  make  us  pure. 

Keep  us  evermore  thine  own, 
Help  thy  servants  to  endure. 
Fit  us  for  the  promised  crown. 

5  So  within  thy  palace  gate 

We  shall  praise,  on  golden  strings, 
Thee  the  only  Potentate, 

Lord  of  lords,  and  King  of  kings. 


1306 


7s  &  6s. 

1  /'^  SOUL,  soul,  thou  art  passing, 
V^  Just  now,  the  border  lands  ; 
Soul,  soul,  thy  God  is  calling 

Thee,  from  the  border  lands. 
Soul,  soul,  what  wilt  thou  answer, 

WHien  thou  shalt  stand  alone, 
Before  thy  God  and  Saviour, 

'Midst  th'  glories  of  the  throne  ? 

2  How  hast  thou  passed  the  border  ? 

What  course  pursued  below  .-' 
Of  all  I  gave  thee,  warder. 

Hast  conquered  every  foe  ? 
Soul,  soul,  hear  Jesus  calling ! 

He  waits  for  thee  above, 
Oh  !    answer  now,  responding 

In  faith,  and  hope,  and  love. 

Kenry  C.  Graves. 


1307 


7s  &  6s. 


T 


IME  is  winging  us  away 
To  our  eternal  home  ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  da}', 
A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
Youth  and  vigor  soon  will  flee, 

Blooming  beauty  lose  its  charms  ; 
All  that's  mortal  soon  shall  be 
Enclosed  in  death's  cold  arms. 

2  Time  is  winging  us  away 

To  our  eternal  home ; 
Life  is  but  a  winter's  day, 

A  journey  to  the  tomb  ; 
But  the  Christian  shall  enjoy 

Health  and  beauty,  soon,  above, 
Far  beyond  the  world's  alloy. 

Secure  in  Jesus'  love. 


1308 

I      AS  flows  the  rapid  river, 


7s  &  6s. 


With  channel  broad  and  free. 
Its  waters  rippling  ever. 

And  hasting  to  the  sea. 
So  life  is  onward  flowing. 

And  days  of  offered  peace, 
And  man  is  swiftly  going 

Where  calls  of  mercy  cease. 

As  moons  are  ever  waning, 

As  hastes  the  sun  away, 
As  stormy  winds,  complaining, 

Bring  on  the  wintry  day. 
So  fast  the  night  comes  o'er  us — 

The  darkness  of  the  grave  ; 
And  death  is  just  before  us  : 

God  takes  the  life  he  gave. 


THE     YEAR 


409 


3  Say,  hath  thy  heart  its  treasure, 

Laid  up  in  worlds  above  ? 
And  is  it  all  thy  pleasure 

Thy  God  to  praise  and  love  ? 
Beware,  lest  death's  dark  river 

Its  billows  o'er  thee  roll, 
And  thou  lament  forever 

The  ruin  of  thy  soul. 


1309 


S.  F.  Smith. 


7s  &  6s. 


1  ''  I  ^HE  leaves,  around  me  falling, 

X.       Are  preaching  of  decay, 
The  hollow  winds  are  calling, 

"  Come,  pilgrim,  come  away  !  " 
The  day,  in  night  declining. 

Says  I  must,  too,  decline ; 
The  year,  its  life  resigning — 

Its  lot  foreshadows  mine. 

2  The  light  my  path  surrounding. 

The  loves,  to  which  I  cling. 
The  hopes  within  me  bounding. 

The  joys  that  round  me  wing — 
All  melt,  like  stars  of  even. 

Before  the  morning's  ray — 
Pass  upward  unto  heaven. 

And  chide  at  my  delay. 

3  The  friends,  gone  there  before  me, 

Are  calling  from  on  high  ; 
And  joyous  angels  o'er  me, 

Tempt  sweetly  to  the  sky. 
"Why  wait,"  they  say,  "  and  wither 

'Mid  scenes  of  death  and  sin  t 
Oh,  rise  to  glory,  hither. 

And  find  true  life  begin." 

4  I  hear  the  invitation, 

And  fain  would  rise  and  come — 
A  sinner  to  salvation  ; 
An  exile  to  his  home  : 


But,  while  I  here  must  linger. 

Thus,  thus  let  all  I  see 
Point  on,  with  faithful  finger, 

To  heaven,  O  Lord,  and  Thee. 

-^3  ^*^  8s  &  7s. 

1  (~^  NE  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing, 
V_>/  One  by  one  the  moments  fall ; 
Some  are  coming,  some  are  going ; 

Do  not  strive  to  grasp  them  all. 

2  One  by  one  thy  griefs  shall  meet  thee  ; 

Do  not  fear  an  armed  band  ; 
One  will  fade  while  others  greet  thee. 
Shadows  passing  through  the  land. 

3  Hours  are  golden  links,  God's  token. 

Reaching  heaven,  but  one  by  one  ; 
Take  them  lest  the  chain  be  broken, 
Ere  thy  pilgrimage  be  done. 


I3II 


8s  &  7s. 


1  IV  l%Y  times  are  in  thy  hand, 
..Vi      O  God,  I  {  wish  them  ]  there  ;|| 
My  life,  my  friends,  my  soul  I  leave 

Entirely  to  thy  |  care.  || 

2  My  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

Whatever  |  they  may  |  be. 
Pleasing  or  painful,  dark  or  bright, 
As  best  may  |  seem  to  |  thee. 

3  My  times  are  in  thy  hand. 

Why  should  I  [  doubt  or  |  fear  ? 
A  Father's  hand  will  never  cause 
His  child  a  [  needless  |  tear. 

4  My  times  are  in  thy  hand, 

Jesus,  the  |  cruci-  |  fied  ; 
The  hand  my  many  sins  have  pierced 
Is  now  my  |  guard  and  j  guide. 


DOXOLOGIES. 


L.  M. 

PRAISE  God,  from  whom  all  bless- 
ings flow ; 
Praise  him,  all  creatures  here  below ; 
Praise  him  above,  ye  heavenly  host ; 
Praise  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 

CM. 

LET  God  the  Father,  and  the  Son, 
_j     And  Spirit,  be  adored. 
Where   there   are  works   to   make   him 
known, 
Or  saints  to  love  the  Lord. 

CM.    Double. 

THE  God  of  mercy  be  adored, 
Who  calls  our  souls  from  death. 
Who  saves  by  his  redeeming  word 

And  new-creating  breath : 
To  praise  the  Father  and  the  Son 

And  Spirit  All-Divine, 
The  One  in  Three,  and  Three  in  One, 
Let  saints  and  angels  join. 

S.  M. 

TO  God,  the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit,  glory  be. 
As  was,  and  is,  and  shall  remain 
Through  all  eternity. 


C  P.M. 

TO  Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
The  God  whom  heaven's  triumph- 
ant host 
And  saints  on  eaith  adore; 
Be  glory  as  in  ages  past, 
As  now  it  is,  and  so  shall  last. 
When  time  shall  be  no  more. 

CL.  M. 

O  FATHER  of  unbounded  might, 
O  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost, 
Adored  by  all  the  saints  in  light, 

And  by  the  angel  host, — 
Our  humble  praise  we  bring  to  thee, 
And  will,  throughout  eternity. 

H.  M. 

TO  God  the  Father's  throne 
Your  highest  honors  raise  ; 
Glory  to  God  the  Son  ; 
To  God  the  Spirit,  praise  ; 
With  all  our  powers,  Eternal  King, 
Thy  name  we  sing,  while  faith  adores. 

7s. 

SING  we  to  our  God  above 
Praise  eternal  as  his  love ; 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost. 


DOXO  LOGIES. 


411 


7s.    6  lines. 

PRAISE  the  name  of  God  most  high, 
Praise  him,  all  below  the  sky, 
Praise  him,  all  ye  heavenly  host, 
Father,  Son,  and  Holy  Ghost : 
As  through  countless  ages  past, 
Evermore  his  praise  shall  last. 

7s.    Double. 

PRAISE  our  glorious  King  and  Lord, 
Angels  waiting  on  his  word, 
Saints  that  walk  with  him  in  white, 
Pilgrims  walking  in  his  light : 
Glory  to  the  Eternal  One, 
Glory  to  his  only  Son, 
Glory  to  the  Spirit  be 
Now,  and  through  eternity. 

8s  &  7s. 

PRAISE  the  God  of  our  salvation. 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love. 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation. 
Praise  the  Spirit  from  above. 

8s&7s.    Double. 

PRAISE  the  God  of  all  creation  ; 
Praise  the  Father's  boundless  love ; 
Praise  the  Lamb,  our  expiation, 

Priest  and  King  enthroned  above  : 
Praise  the  Fountain  of  salvation, 
Him  by  whom  our  spirits  live : 
Undivided  adoration 

To  the  one  Jehovah  give. 

8s,  7s&4s. 

GLORY  be  to  God  the  Father ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Son ! 
Glory  be  to  God  the  Spirit ! 
Great  Jehovah,  Three  in  One  : 

Glory,  glory, 
While  eternal  ages  run. 


8s,  7s&4s. 

GREAT  Jehovah !  we  adore  thee, 
God  the  Father,  God  the  Son, 
God  the  Spirit,  joined  in  glory 
On  the  same  eternal  throne ; 

Endless  praises 
To  Jehovah,  Three  in  One. 

7s  &  6s.    Iambic. 

TO  thee  be  praise  forever, 
Thou  glorious  King  of  kings  ! 
Thy  wondrous  love  and  favor 

Each  ransomed  spirit  sings  : 
We'll  celebrate  thy  glory 

With  all  thy  saints  above, 
And  shout  the  joyful  story 
Of  thy  redeeming  love. 

6s&4s. 

TO  God— the  Father,  Son, 
And  Spirit — Three  in  One, 
All  praise  be  given  ! 
Crown  him  in  every  song  ; 
To  him  your  hearts  belong  ; 
Let  all  his  praise  prolong — 
On  earth,  in  heaven. 

lis. 

O  FATHER   Almighty,  to   thee  be 
addrest, 
With  Christ  and  the   Spirit,  One    God 

ever  blest. 
All  glory  and  worship,  from  earth  and 

from  heaven, 
As  was,  and  is  now,  and  shall  ever  be 
given. 


CHANTS   AND   ANTHEMS. 


GLORIA    IN    EXCELSIS. 

1  /^"^  LORY  be  to  |  God  on  |  high,  ||  and  on    earth  |  peace,  good-  [  will  to- 
V_T         ward  |  men. 

2  We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  |  thee,  ||  we  glorify  thee,  we  give 

thanks  to  |  thee  for  |  thy  great  |  glory, 

3  O  Lord  God,  |  heavenly  |  King,  ||  God  the  |  Father  |  Al-  |  mighty. 

4  O   Lord,  the   only  begotten  Son,  j  Jesus  ]  Christ ;  ||  O  Lord  God,  Lamb  of  j 

God,  Son  j  of  the  |  Father, 

5  That  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  *  of  the  |  world,  ||  re-  |  ceive  our  |  prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  .of  |  God  the  |  Father,  ||  have  mercy  |  up- 

on I  us. 

9  For  thou  |  only  '  art  |  holy  ;  ||  thou  |  only  |  art  the  |  Lord ; 

lo  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  |  art  most  high  in  the  |  glory 
of  I  God  the  ]  Father.  ||  A-  |  men. 

TE     DEUM     LAUDAMUS. 

I   "\  "X  7  E  praise  |  thee,  O  |  God  ;  ||  we  acknowledge  |  thee  to  |  be  the  [  Lord. 
VV     2  All  the  earth  doth  |  worship  |  thee,  ||  the  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

3  To   thee    all    angels  |  cry   a-  |  loud  ;  ||  the    Heavens,   and  ]  all  the  |  Powers 

there-  |  in. 

4  To  thee  Cherubim  and  |  Sera-  |  phim  ||  con-  ]  tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry. 

5  Holy,  I  Holy,  |  Holy,  ||  Lord  |  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth. 

6  Heaven  and  |  earth  are  |  full  ||  of  the  |  Majesty  |  of  thy  |  Giory. 

7  The  glorious  company  of  the  Apostles  |  praise  —  |  thee.  ||  The  goodly  fellow- 

ship of  the  I  Prophets  |  praise  —  |  thee. 

8  The  noble  army  of  Martyrs  |  praise  —  |  thee.  ||  The  Holy  Church  throughout 

all  the  world  |  doth  ac-  |  knowledge  |  thee  ; 

9  The  Father  of  an  |  Infi-nite  |  Majesty;  ||  Thine  adorable,  |  true,  and  |  only  |  Son; 
lo  Also  the  I  Holy  \  Ghost,  ||  the  ]  Com |  — fort-  |  er. 


CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS.  4;1^3 

11  Thou  I  art  the  |  King  ||  of  |  Glory,  1  O—  |  Christ, 

12  Thou  art  the  ever-  |  Listing  |  Son  ||  of  |  —  the  |  Fa |  then 

13  When  thou  tookest  upon  thee  to  de-  [  hver  |  Man,  ||  thou  didst  humble  thyself 

to  be  I  born  —  |  of  3,  |  Virgin. 

14  When  thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  of  |  death,  ||  thou  didst  open  the 

Kingdom  of  |  Heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  lievers. 

15  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God,  ||  in  the  |  Glory  |  of  the  |  Father. 

16  We  believe  that  |  thou  shalt  |  come  ||  to  |  be  —  |  our  —  |  Judge. 

17  We   therefore  pray  thee  |  help  thy  |  servants,  ||  whom  thou  hast  redeemed  | 

with  thy  I  precious  |  blood. 

1 8  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  thy  |  Saints,  ||  in  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lastino-. 

19  O  Lord,  I  save  thy  |  people,  ||  and  |  bless  —  |  —  thine  |  heritage. 

20  Gov-  I  —  ern  |  them,  ||  and  |  lift  them  |  up  for  |  ever. 

21  Day  I  —  by  I  day  ||  we  |  magni-  |  fy  —  |  thee. 

22  And  we  |  worship  thy  |  Name,  ||  ever  |  world  —  |  without  |  end. 

23  Vouch-  I  safe,  O  |  Lord,  ||  to  keep  us  |  this  day  |  without  |  sin. 

24  O  Lord,  have  |  mercy  up-  |  on  us,  ||  have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

25  O  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  |  be  up-  |  on  us,  ||  as  our  j  trust  —  |  is  in  |  thee. 

26  O  Lord,  in  thee  |  have  I  |  trusted,  ||  let  me  |  never  |  be  con-  |  founded. 

TE    DEUM    LAUDAMUS. 

1  \  T  /"E  praise  thee,  O  God;  we  acknowledge  thee  to  |  be  the  |  Lord.  ||  All 

V  V  the  earth  doth  worship  thee,  the  |  Father  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

2  To    thee    all    Angels  |  cry  a-  [  loud;  ||  the  Heavens,  and  |  all  the  |  Powers 

there-  |  in. 

3  To  thee  Cherubim  and  |  Sera-  |  phim  ||  con-  |  tinual-  |  ly  do  |  cry. 

4  Holy,  Holy,  Holy,  Lord  God  of  |  Saba-  |  oth.  ||  Heaven  and  earth  are  full  of 

the  Majesty  |  of  thy  |  Glo |  ry. 

5  The  glorious  company  of  the  Apostles  |  praise  —  |  thee. 

6  The  goodly  fellowship  of  the  Prophets  |  praise  —  |  thee. 

7  The  noble  army  of  Martyrs  |  praise  —    |  thee. 

8  The  Holy  Church  throughout  all  the  world  |  doth  acknowledge  |  thee  ;  ||  The 

Father    of    an  |  infinite  |  Majes-  |  ty ;    ||    thine    adorable,    true,    and  | 
only  I  Son  ;  ||  also  the  Holy  |  Ghost,  the  |  Comfort-  |  er. 

9  Thou  art  the  King  of  Glory,  |  O  —  |  Christ.  ||  Thou  art  the  everlasting  Son  | 

of  the  I  Fa |  ther. 

10  When  thou  tookest  upon  thee  to  de-  |  liver  |  Man,  ||  thou  didst  humble  thy- 
self to  be  born  |  of  a  |  Vir |  gin. 


414  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

11  When  thou  hadst  overcome  the  |  sharpness  of  |  death,  ||  thou  didst  open  the 

Kingdom  of  Heaven  to  |  all  be-  |  liev |  ers. 

12  Thou  sittest  at  the  right  |  hand  of  |  God,  ||  in  the  glory  |  of  the  |  Fa [  then 

13  We  believe  that  thou  shalt  come  to  |  be  our  |  Judge.  ||  We  therefore  pray  thee 

help  thy  servants,  whom  thou  hast  redeemed  |  with  thy  |  jDrecious  |  blood. 

14  Make  them  to  be  numbered  |  with  thy  |  saints,  i|  in  |  glory  |  ever-  |  lasting. 

15  O  Lord,  save  thy  people,  and  bless  thine  |  heri-  |  tage.   ||  Govern  them,  and 

lift  them  |  up  for  |  ev |    er. 

16  Day  by  day  we  |  magnify  |  thee.  ||  And  we  worship  thy  name  |  ever,  |  world 

without  I  end. 

17  Vouchsafe,  O  Lord,  to  keep  us  this  day,  with-  |  out —    |  sin.  ||  O  Lord,  have 

mercy  upon  us,  have  |  mercy  up-  |  on  —  |  us. 

18  O  Lord,  let  thy  mercy  be  upon  us,  as  our  trust  is  |  in  —  |  thee.  ]|  O  Lord,  in 

thee  have  I  trusted,  let  me  |  never  ]  be  con-  |  founded. 

GLORIA     IN     EXCELSIS. 

1  /"^  LORY  be  to  ]  God  on  [  high,  ||  and  on  earth  |  peace,  good  |  will  •  towards 
V-T  I  men. 

2  We  praise  thee,  we  bless  thee,  we  |  worship  |  thee,  ||  we  glorify  thee,  we  give 

thanks  to  |  thee  for  |  thy  great  |  glory. 

3  O  Lord  God,  |  heav'nly  |  King,  ||  God  the  |  Father  |  Al-  |  mighty. 

4  O  Lord,  the  only-begotten  Son  |  Jesus  |  Christ ,  ||  O  Lord    God,   Lamb  of  | 

God,  Son  I  of  the  |  Father, 

5  That  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

6  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  •  of  the  |  world,  ||  have  |  mercy  |  upon  |  us. 

7  Thou  that  takest  away  the  |  sins  *  of  the  |  world,  ||  re-  |  ceive  —  |  our  —  [ 

prayer. 

8  Thou  that  sittest  at  the  right  hand  of  |  God  the  |  Father,  ||  have  |  mercy  I 

upon  I  us. 

9  For  thou  I  only  •  art  ]  holy,  ||  Thou  |  only  |  art  the  |  Lord. 

10  Thou  only,  O  Christ,  with  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost,  ||  art  most  high  in  the  ]  glory  • 
of  I  God  the  |  Father.  ||  A-  |  men. 

CANTATE     DOMINO. 

1  /'~\    SING  unto  the  |  Lord  a  new  |  song ;  ||  for  he  hath  |  done  —  |  marvel- 
V_>/         lous  I  things. 

2  With  his  own  right  hand,  and  with  his  |  holy  |  arm,  ||  hath  he  |  gotten  •  him-  | 

self  the  I  victory. 


CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS.  415 

3  The    Lord  declared  |  his  sal-  |  vation,  ||  his  righteousness  hath  he   openly  | 

showed  in  the  |  sight  of  the  |  heathen. 

4  He  hath  remembered  his  mercy  and  truth  toward  the  1  house  of  |  Israel ;  [[ 

and  all  the  ends  of  the  world  have  seen  the  sal-  |  vation  |  of  our  [  God. 

5  Show  yourselves  joyful  unto  the  Lord  |  all  ye  |  lands ;  ||  sing,  re-  |  joice,  —  | 

and  give  |  thanks. 

6  Praise  the  Lord  up-  |  on  the  |  harp ;  ||  sing  to  the  harp  with  a  |  psalm  —  |  of 

thanks-  |  giving. 

7  With  trumpets  |  also  and  [  shawms,  ||  O  show  yourselves  joyful, be-  |  fore  the  | . 

Lord  the  |  King. 

8  Let  the  sea  make  a  noise,  and  all  that  |  therein  |  is,  ||  the  round  world,  and  \ 

they  that  ]  dwell  there-  |  in. 

9  Let  the  floods  clap  their  hands,  and  let  the  hills  be  joyful  together  be-  |  fore 

the  I  Lord  ;  ||  for  he  |  cometh  ■  to  |  judge  the  |  earth. 
ID  With   righteousness   shall    he  |  judge    the  |  world,  ||  and    the  |  people  |  with 
equi-  I  ty. 

1 1  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost. 

12  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  'shall  |  be,  ||  world  [  without  j 

end.     A-  |  men. 

BONUM    EST    CONFITERI. 

1  T  T  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks  un-  [  to  the  |  Lord,  ||  and  to  sing  praises 
X  unto  thy  |  name,  —  |  O  Most  [  Highest; 

2  To  tell  of  thy  loving-kindness  early  |  in  the  |  morning,  ||  and  of  thy  truth  |  in 

the  I  night  —  |  season  ; 

3  Upon  an  instrument  of  ten  strings,  and  up-  |  on  the  |  lute ;  ||  upon  a  loud  in- 

strument, I  and  up-  I  on  the  |  harp. 

4  For  thou.  Lord,  hast  made  me  glad  |  through  thy  |  works ;  ||  and  I  will  rejoice 

in  giving  praise  for  the  ope-  |  rations  |  of  thy  |  hands. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  ]  to  the  |  Son,  |  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  •  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  | 

end.     A-  |  men. 

DEUS    MISEREATUR. 

1  /^"^  OD  be  merciful  unto  |  us,  and  |  bless  us,  ||  and  show  us   the  light  of  his 
VJT         countenance,  and  be  |  merciful  |  unto  j  us. 

2  That  thy  way  may  be  |  known  upon  |  earth,  ||  thy  saving  |  health  a-  |  mong 

all  I  nations. 


41G  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

3  Let  the  people  |  praise  thee,  O  ]  God ;  ||  yea,  let  all  the  [  people  [  praise  —  | 

thee. 

4  Oh  let  the   nations  re-  |  joice  and  be  j  glad  ;  ||  for  thou  shalt  judge  the  folk 

righteously,  and  govern  the  |  nations  |  upon  |  earth. 

5  Let  the  people  |  praise  thee,  O  |  God ;  ||  yea,  let  all  the  |  people  ]  praise  —  | 

thee. 

6  Then  shall  the  earth  bring  |  forth  her  |  increase  ;  ||  and  God,  even  our  own  | 

God,  shall  |  give  •  us  his  |  blessing. 

7  God  I  shall  —  ]  bless  us ;  ||  and  all   the   ends  of  the  |  world  shall  [  fear  • —  j 

him. 

8  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost; 

9  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is   now,  and  |  ever  *  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  | 

end.     A-  |  men. 

BENEDIC,    ANIMA    MEA. 

1  T)  RAISE  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul ;  ||  and  all  that  is  within  me  [  praise  his  | 
J7  holy  I  name. 

2  Praise  the  Lord,  |  O  my  |  soul,  ||  and  forget  not  |  all  his  |  bene-  |  fits  ; 

3  Who  forgiveth  j  all  thy  |  sin,  |i  and  healeth  |  all  •  thine  in-  |  firmi-  |  ties. 

4  Who  saveth  thy  life  |  from  de-  |  struction,  ||  and  crowneth  thee  with  |  mercy  ' 

and  I  loving-  ]  kindness. 

5  Oh  praise  the  Lord,  ye  Angels  of  his,  ye  that  ex-  |  eel   in  |  strength,  ||  ye  that 

fulfil  his  commandment,  and  hearken  un-  |  to  the  |  voice  "of  his  |  word. 

6  O  praise  the  Lord,   all  |  ye  his  |  hosts ;  ||  ye  servants  of  |  his  that  |  do  his  | 

pleasure. 

7  O  speak  good  of  the  Lord,  all  ye  works  of  his,  in  all  places  of  |  his  do-  [ 

minion.  ||  Praise  thou  the  |  Lord,  —  |  O  my  |  soul. 

8  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

9  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  '  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  | 

end.     A-  |  men. 

LEVAVI    OCULUS. 

WILL  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills,  from  whence  |  cometh  •  my  |  help. 
My  help  cometh  from  the  Lord,  |  which  made  |  heaven  •  and  |  earth. 
2  He   will  not  suffer  thy  foot  to  be  moved  :  he  that  keepeth  thee  |  will  not  | 
slumber. 
Behold,  he  that  keepeth  Israel  shall  |  neither  |  slumber  '  nor  |  sleep. 


CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS.  417 

3  The  Lord  is  thy  Keeper :  the  Lord  is  thy  shade  upon  |  thy  right  |  hand  : 
The  sun  shall  not  smite  thee  by  day,  |  nor  the  |  moon  by  |  night. 

4  The  Lord  shall  preserve  thee  from  all  evil  :  he  shall  pre-  |  serve  thy  |  soul. 
The  Lord  shall  preserve  thy  going  out  and  thy  coming  in  from  this  time  forth 

and  I  even  •  for  |  ever-  |  more. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  Son,  |  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  •  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  | 

end.     A-  |  men. 

L^^TATUS    SUM. 

1  T  WAS  glad  when  they  said  |  unto  ]  me,  |1  let  us  go  into  the  ]  house  —  ]  of 
X  the  I  Lord. 

2  Our  feet  shall  stand  with-  |  in  thy  |  gates,  1|  O  Je-  |  ru |  sa |  lem. 

3  Pray  for  the  peace  of  Je-  |  rusa-  |  lem  :  1|  they  shall  |  prosper  •  that  |    love  —  | 

thee. 

4  Peace  be  with-  |  in  thy  |  walls,  ||  and  prosperity  with-  |  in  thy  [  pala-  1  ces. 

5  For  my  brethren  and  com-  |  panions'  1  sakes,  ||  I  will  now  say,  |  Peace —  |  be 

with I  in  thee. 

6  Because  of  the  house  of  the  |  Lord   our  1  God,  ||  I  will  |  seek  —  |  thy  —  | 

good. 

Glory  be  to  the  Father,  etc. 

ALLELUIA.    Double. 

1  T) RAISE  I  ye  the  |  Lord.   ||  Praise  God  in  his  sanctuary;  praise  him  in  the 
X  I  firma-ment  |  of  his  |  power. 

2  Praise  him  for  his  ]  mighty  |  acts ;  1|  praise  him  according  |  to  his  |  excel-lent  | 

greatness. 

3  Praise  him  with  the  |  sound  •  of  the  ]  trumpet :  I  praise  him  |  with  the  |  psal- 

tery •  and  I  harp. 

4  Praise  him  with  the  |  timbrel  •  and  |  dance  :  |  praise  him  with  stringed  ]  in- 

stru-  I  ments  and  |  organs. 

5  Praise  him  upon  the  |  loud  —  |  cymbals :  ||  praise  him  upon  the  |  high \ 

sounding  |  cymbals. 

6  Let  every  thing  that  hath  breath  |  praise  the  |  Lord  :  1|  praise  |  ye  —  |  the  —  | 

Lord. 

7  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  ||  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

8  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,   and  [  ever  |  shall  be,  ||  world  |  without  | 

end.     A-  !  men. 


418  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

BENEDICITE,    OMNIA    OPERA    DOMINI. 

1  f~\  ALL  ye  Works  of  the  Lord,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  1 
V^^         magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

2  O  ye  Angels  of  the  Lord,  |  bless  "  ye  the  |  Lord,  |  praise  him,  and  ]  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

3  O  ye  Heavens,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  |  praise  him,  and  [  magnify  |  him  for  | 

ever. 

4  O  ye  Waters  that  be   above  the  Firmament,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise 

him,  and  |  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

5  O  all  ye  Powers  of  the  Lord,  |  bless  '  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

6  O  ye  Sun  and  Moon,  |  bless  "ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him 

for  I  ever. 

7  O  ye  Stars  of  Heaven,  |  bless  '  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  | 

him  for  |  ever. 

8  O  ye  Showers  and  Dew,  |  bless  *  ye  the  |  Lord,  |1  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  j 

him  for  |  ever. 

9  O  ye  Winds  of  God,  |  bless  •  ye  the  [  Lord,  |1  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him 

for  {  ever. 

10  O  ye  Fire  and  Heat  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him 

for  I  ever. 

1 1  O  ye  Winter  and  Summer,  |  bless  ■  ye  the  |  Lord,  1|  praise  him,  and  |  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

12  O  ye  Dews  and   Frosts,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,    ||  praise  him,  and  ]  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

13  O  ye  Frost  and  Cold,  |  bless  .  ye  the  \  Lord,   |  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  j 

him  for  |  ever. 

14  O  ye  Ice  and  Snow,  |  bless  "  ye  the  |  Lord,  \  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him 

for  I  ever. 

15  O  ye  Nights  and  Days,  |  bless  '  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  j 

him  for  |  ever. 

16  O  ye  Light   and  Darkness,  j    bless  *  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  mag- 

nify I  him  for  |  ever. 

17  O  ye  Lightnings  and  Clouds,  |  bless  *  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  mag- 

nify I  him  for  |  ever. 

18  O  let  the  Earth  |  bless 'the  ]  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

19  O  ye  Mountains  and  Hills,  |  bless  .  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify 

I  him  for  I  ever. 


CHANT.S    AND    ANTHEMS.  4I9 

20  O  all  ye  Green  Things  upon  the  Earth,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,   ||  praise  him, 

and  j  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

21  O  ye  Wells,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

22  O  ye  Seas  and  Floods,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,.  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  | 

him  for  |  ever. 

23  O  ye  Whales,  and  all  that  move  in  the  Waters,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  [|  praise 

him,  and  |  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

24  O  all  ye  Fowls  of  the  Air,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

25  O  all  ye  Beasts  and  Cattle,  |  bless  "ye  the  |  Lord,  |[  praise  him,  and  |  magnify 

I  him  for  |  ever. 

26  O  ye  Children  of  Men,  ]  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  | 

him  for  |  ever. 

27  O  let  Israel,  |  bless  •  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

28  O  ye  Priests  of  the  Lord,  |  bless  *  ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him,  and  |  magnify  | 

him  for  |  ever. 

29  O  ye  Servants  of  the  Lord,  [  bless  *  ye  the  |  Lord,  |I  praise  him,  and  |  mag- 

nify I  him  for  |  ever. 

30  O  ye  Spirits  and  Souls  of  the  Righteous,  |]  bless  "ye  the  |  Lord,  ||  praise  him, 

and  I  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

31  O  j-e  Holy  and  humble   Men  of  heart,  |  bless  •  ye  the  |  Lord,  [|  praise  him, 

and  I  magnify  |  him  for  |  ever. 

32  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son,  |1  and  |  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ;' 

■^■^  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  •  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  [ 
end.     A-  |  men. 

JUBILATE    DEO. 

1  /'"^  BE  joyful  in  the  Lord,  |  all  ye  |  lands  ;  ||  serve  the  Lord  with  gladness, 
V^         and  come  before  his  |  presence  |  with  a  |  song. 

2  Be  ye  sure  that  the  Lord  |  he  is  |  God :  ||  it  is  he  that  hath  made  us,  and  not 

we  ourselves ;  we  are  his  |  people,  •  and  the  |  sheep  •  of  his  |  pasture. 

3  O  go  your  way  into  his  gates  with  thanksgiving,  and  into  his  |  courts  with  | 

praise  ;  ||  be  thankful  unto  him,  and  |  speak  good  |  of  his  |  name.  || 

4  For  the  Lord  is  gracious,  his  mercy  is  |  ever-  |  lasting  ;  ||  and  his  truth  endur- 

eth  from  gene-  |  ration  *  to    |  gene-  |  ration. 

5  Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  |  to  the  |  Son  \  ||  and  |  to  the  ]  Holy  |  Ghost ; 

6  As  it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  |  ever  •  shall  |  be,  ||  world  |  without  ] 

end.     A-  I  men. 


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STABAT     MATER. 


■J 


EWS  were  wrought  to  cruel  mad- 
ness, 
Christians  fled  with   fear  and  sad- 
ness, 
Mary  stood  the  cross  beside  ; 
At  its  foot  her  foot  she  planted, 
By  the  dreadful  scene  undaunted. 
Till  the  jrentle  sufferer  died. 


2  Poets  oft  have  sung  her  stor}'. 

Painters  decked  her  brow  with  glory. 


Priests  her  name  have  deified ; 
But  no  worship,  song,  or  glory, 
Touches  like  the  simple  story, 

"  Mary  stood  the  cross  beside  !" 

So  when  under  fierce  oppression, 
Gcodness  suffers  like  transgression. 

Christ  again  is  crucified  : 
But  if  love  be  there  true-hearted, — 
By  no  grief  or  terror  parted, — 

IVe  may  stand  the  cross  beside. 


SOLID    ROCK.     L.  M.     6  lines. 


Y  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 
Than  Jesus'  blood  and  right- 
eousness ; 
I  dare  not  trust  the  sweetest  frame. 
But  wholly  lean  on  Jesus'  name. 
On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand ; 
All  other  ground  is  sinkins;  sand. 


2  When    darkness    seems    to  vail    his 
face, 
I  rest  on  his  unchanging  grace  ; 


In  every  high  and  stormy  gale, 
My  anchor  holds  within  the  vail : 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 

All  other  ground  is  sinking  sand. 

PI  is  oath,  his  covenant,  and  blood, 
Support  me  in  the  whelming  flood  : 
When  all  around  my  soul  gives  way, 
He  then  is  all  my  hope  and  stay: 

On  Christ,  the  solid  rock,  I  stand  ; 

All  other  trround  is  sinking:  sand. 


THE     BEATITUDES. 

AND  he  opened  his  mouth  and  taught  them,  saying,  Blessed  are  the  |  poor 
L.         in  I  spirit,  ||  For  |  theirs  '  is  the  |  kingdom  of  |  heaven. 

2  Blessed  are  ]  they  that  |  mourn,  ||  For  |  they  *  shall  be  |  com |  forted. 

3  Blessed  |  are  the  |  meek :  ||  For  |  they  •  shall  in-  |  herit  •  the  |  earth. 


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4  Blessed  are  they  which  do  hunger  and  |  thirst  '  after  |  righteousness :  |1  For  | 

they  shall  |  be  —  |  filled.  , 

5  Blessed  |  are  the  |  merciful ;  |1  For  |  they  *  shall  ob-  \  tain  —  |  mercy. 

6  Blessed  are  the  |  pure  in  |  heart :  ||  For  |  they  shall  |  see  —  |  God. 

7  Blessed  are  they  which  are  persecuted  for  |  righteousness'  [  sake  :  ||  For  |  theirs  • 

is  the  I  kingdom  *  of  |  heaven. 

8  Blessed  are  ye  when  men  shall  revile  you,  and  persecute  you,  and  shall  say  all 

manner  of  evil  against  you  falsely,  |  for  my  [  sake.  ||  Rejoice,  rejoice, 
and  be  exceeding  glad,  ||  for  great  is  your  reward  in  heaven. 


CHRISTUS     VICTOR. 


P 


I  RAISE  him,  praise  the  conqu'ring 
King ! 

Christ  our  Lord  is  Lord  of  all  ; 
Nations!  joyful  tribute  bring; 

Princes  !  low  before  him  fall. 
See  unfurled  his  royal  banner ! 

On  he  Cometh  to  subdue  ; 
Earth's  long  wail  becomes — Hosanna ! 
Lo  !  he  maketh  all  things  new  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
Reign,  O  Christ,  thou  just  and  true. 

Praise    him  !      Praise   the    Prince    of 
Peace ! 

Angels  !  wake  your  strain  again  ; 
Chant  his  triumphs,  ne'er  to  cease 

Till  our  God  shall  dwell  with  men. 
Christ  hath  heard  the  ages  sighing ; 

Christ  hath  pitied  mortal  grief; 
At  his  coming  tears  are  drying. 

Millions  hail  the  glad  relief; 
Hallelujah! 
Hell !  thy  reign  shall  now  be  brief. 


Praise  him  !     Praise  the  Lord  of  Life  I 

Him  that  liveth  and  was  dead ! 
Past  the  Cross  and  dying  strife. 

Vanquished  Death  he  captive  led, 
Ever-living!  Life-bestowing! 

In  thee  all  the  holy  live  ; 
Fount  exhaustless,  overflowing  ! 

Health  and  gladness  thou  dost  give ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
Earth  and  heaven  from  thee  receive. 

Praise   him  !       Praise    the  Lamb  en- 
throned ! 
Radiant  at  his  Father's  side  ; 
Him  who  by  his  blood  atoned ; 

Him   who    names   the   church    his 
Bride ! 
Thou,  O  Lamb  of  God,  forever. 

Where  eternal  noontide  glows. 
Thine  own  flock  wilt  feed,  and  never 
Cease  to  guard  their  sweet  repose  ; 
Hallelujah  ! 
Thou  hast  crushed  their  mighty  foes  ! 


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Praise  him  I     Praise  Incarnate  Love  ! 

Ranks  seraphic,  legions  bright, 
Souls  redeemed,  who  fixed  above, 

Glow  in  his  eternal  light ; 
All  on  earth  who  upward  gazing, 

See  his  beauty  and  adore, 


One  far-sounding  chorus  raising, 
Speak  that  Name  forevermore  ; 

Hallelujah  ! 
Crown    him !     Once    the    Cross     he 

bore! 

Ray  Palmer. 


NO     TIME     TO     PRAY. 


1  "V  T  O  time  to  pray  ! 

i.  \|     Oh,   who   so  fraught  with 
earthly  care, 
As  not  to  give  to  humble  prayer 
Some  part  of  day  ? 

2  No  time  to  pray ! 

What  heart  so  clean,  so  pure  within. 
That  needeth  not  some  check  from  sin — 
Needs  not  to  pray  ? 

3  No  time  to  pray  ! 

'Mid  each  day's  dangers,  what  retreat 
More  needful  than  the  mercy-seat? 
Who  must  not  pray  ? 

4  No  time  to  pray  ! 

Must  care  or  business  urgent  call, 


So  press  us  as  to  take  it  all. 
Each  passing  day? 

5  No  time  to  pray  ! 

Then  sure  your  record  falletlv short ; 
Excuse  will  fail  you  as  resort 
On  reckoning  day. 

6  What  thought  more  drear. 
Than    that    our   God   his   face    should 

hide. 
And  say  through  all  life's  swelling  tide, 
No  time  to  hear  ! 

7  Cease  not  to  pray ; 
On  Jesus  as  your  all  rely. 

Would  you  live  happy — happy  die  ? 
Take  time  to  pray. 


\ 


CONSIDER     THE     LILIES. 

1  /'"^ONSIDER,  consider  The  |  lilies  of  the  field,  whose  [  bloom  is  |  brief, 
v.^     We  are  as  they.  Like  them  we  |  fade  a-  |  way.  As  |  doth  a  |  leaf 

2  Consider,  consider  The  |  sparrows  of  the  air,  of  |  small  ac-  |  count, 

Our  God  doth  view,  Whether  they  |  fall  or  |  mount,  He  |  guards  us  |  too. 

3  Consider,  consider  The  |  lilies  that  do  neither  |  spin  nor  |  toil. 

Yet  are  most  fair  ;  What  profits  |  all  this  |  care,  And  |  all  this  |  toil  ? 

4  Consider,  consider  The  |  birds  that  have  no  barn,  nor  |  harvest  |  weeks, 
God  gives  them  food  ;  Much  more  our  |  Father  |  seeks  To  ]  do  us  |  good. 


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HOW    PLEASANT,    HOW    DIVINELY    FAIR. 
OW  pleasant,  how  di-  |  vinely  |  fair,  || 


H 


O  Lord  of  I  hosts,  thy  |  dvveUings  |  are  ; 
With  long  desire  my  |  spirit  |  faints  | 
To  meet  th'  as-  j  semblies  |  of  thy  |  saints. 

2  My  flesh  would  rest  in  |  thine  a-  ]  bode  ; 
My  panting  *!  heart  cries  |  out  for  |  God  ; 
My  God,  my  King,  why  |  should  I  |  be 
So  far  from  |  all  my  ]  joys  and  |  thee. 

3  Blest  are  the  saints  who  |  sit  on  ]  high, 
Around  thy  |  throne  a-  ]  bove  the  |  sky  ; 
Thy  brightest  glories  |  shine  a-  |  bove, 
And  all  their  |  work  is  |  praise  and  |  love. 

4  Blest  are  the  souls  who  ]  find  a  |  place 
Within  the  |  temple  |  of  thy  |  grace  ; 
There  they  behold  thy  |  gentler  |  rays, 
And  seek  thy  |  face,  and  |  learn  thy  |  praise. 

OUR    HABITATION. 
I    TORD,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place,  in  |  all  •  gene-  |  rations. 

I  ^  2  Before  the  mountains  were  brought  forth,  or  ever  thou  hadst  formed 
the  earth  and  the  world,  even  from  everlasting  to  ever-  |  lasting,  | 
thou  art  |  God. 

3  Thou  turnest  man  to  destruction  ;  and  sayest.  Return,  ye  [  children  of  |  men. 

4  For  a  thousand  years  in  thy  sight  are  but  as  yesterday  when  it  is  past,  and  |  as 

a  I  watch  •  in  the  |  night. 

5  Thou  carriest  them  away  as  with  a  flood  ;  they  are  as  a  sleep  ;  in  the  morning 

they  are  like  grass  which  |  groweth  |  up. 

6  In  the  morning  it  flourisheth,  and  groweth  up ;  in  the  evening  it  is  cut  |  down, 

ait  I  down,  and  |  withereth. 

7  Who  knoweth  the  power  of  thine  anger  ?     Even  according  to  thy  fear ;  [  so  is 

thy  I  wrath. 

8  So  teach  us  to  number  our  days,  that  we   may  ap-  |  ply  our  |  hearts  *  unto  | 

wisdom. 


E 


RESPONSE    TO    THE    COMMANDMENTS.       No.  1. 

ORD,  have  mercy  upon  us,  and  write  all  these  thy  laws  in  our  hearts,  we  be- 
seech thee. 


24.  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

No.  2. 

J   r  I'^HE  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect,  con-  j  verting  •  the  |  soul  ; 

X     The  testimony  of  the  Lord  is  sure,  making  |  wise  the  |  simple. 

2  The  statutes  of  the  Lord  are  right,  re-  |  joicing  •  the  |  heart : 

The  commandment  of  the  Lord  is  pure,  en-  |  lightening  •  the  ]  eyes. 

3  The  fear  of  the  Lord  is  clean,  en-  |  during  •  for-  ]  ever : 

The  judgments  of  the  Lord  are  true  and  righteous  |  alto-  |  gether. 

4  More  to  be  desired  are  they  than  gold,  yea,  than  |  much  fine  |  gold : 
Sweeter  also  than  honey  and  the  |  honey-  |  comb. 

5  Moreover  by  them  is  thy  |  servant  |  warned  : 
And  in  keeping  of  them  there  is  \  great  re-  [  ward. 


E 


No.  3. 

ORD,  have  |  mercy  up-  |  on  us. 

And  write  all  these  thy  laws  in  our  hearts,  we  be-  |  seech  —  ]  thee. 

THE    DYING    CHRISTIAN. 

1  T   TITAL  spark  of  heavenly  flame, 
V     Quit,  O  quit  this  mortal  frame  ; 

Trembling,  hoping,  lingering,  flying, 
O,  the  pain,  the  bliss  of  dying  ! 
Cease,  fond  nature,  cease  thy  strife, 
And  let  me  languish  into  life. 

2  Hark,  they  whisper,  angels  say, 
Sister  spirit,  come  away  ! 
What  is  this  absorbs  me  quite  ? 
Steals  my  senses,  shuts  my  sight. 
Drowns  my  spirit,  draws  my  breath  ? 
Tell  me,  my  soul,  can  this  be  death  ? 

3  The  world  recedes,  it  disappears  : 
Heaven  opens  on  my  eyes ;  my  ears 
With  sounds  seraphic  ring : 
Lend,  lend  your  wings ;  I  mount,  I  fly : 
O  grave,  where  is  thy  victory, 
O  death,  where  is  thy  sting? 


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OLD     EASTER     ANTHEM. 

THE  Lord  is  risen  indeed,  Hallelujah ! 
Now  is  Christ  risen  from  the  dead,  and  become  the  first-fruits  of  them  that 
slept,  Hallelujah ! 
And  did  he  rise  ?  Hear,  O  ye  nations  ;  hear  it,  O  ye  dead  ! 
He  rose  !  he  burst  the  bars  of  death,  and  triumphed  o'er  the  grave  ! 
Then,  then,  I  rose  !  then  first  humanity,  triumphant,  passed  the  crystal  ports  of 
light,  and  seized  eternal  youth, 
Man,  all  immortal,  hail  ! 
Heaven,  all  lavish  of  strange  gifts  to  man,  thine  all  the  glory,  man's   the  bound- 
less bliss. 

STRIKE     THE     CYMBAL. 

Spread  your  banners ! 
Shout  hosannas ! 
Battle  is  the  Lord's  alone. 


I    QTRIKE  the  cymbal, 
O   Roll  the  tymbal. 


Let  the  trump  of  triumph  sound. 

Powerful  slinging. 

Headlong  bringing 
Proud  Goliath  to  the  ground. 

2  From  the  river. 
Rejecting  quiver, 

Judah's  hero  takes  the  stone. 

Spread  your  banners  ! 

Shout  hosannas  ! 
Battle  is  the  Lord's  alone. 

3  See  advances. 

With  songs  and  dances, 
All  the  band  of  Israel's  daughters  ; 
Catch  the  sound,  ye  hills  and  waters 


4  God  of  thunder, 
Rend  asunder 
All  the  power  Philistia  boasts. 
What  are  nations  ? 
What  their  stations  ? 
Israel's  God  is  Lord  of  hosts. 
5  What  are  haughty  monarchs  now.^ 
Low  before  Jehovah  bow. 
Pride  of  princes,  strength  of  kings. 
To  the  dust  Jehovah  brings  : 
Praise  him,  praise  him,  exulting  na- 
tions, praise. 
Hosanna!  Hosanna !  Hosanna! 


CHIME     ON. 


I   \  ^  7*  E  leave  the  world  of  care, 
V  V       To  greet  one  day  in  seven  ; 
To  join  in  praise  and  prayer. 

And  learn  the  way  to  heaven. 
The  Sabbath  bells  invite  us  all, — 
Faint  emblem  of  God's  holy  call. 
Chime  on,  sweet  bells,  your  cheerful  ring 
Shall  tune  our  lips  God's  praise  to  sing. 


2  We  leave  our  books  and  play. 
To  read  that  "Book  Divine  ;" 
There  we  are  taught  the  way 
To  joys  that  ne'er  decline  ; 
The  music  of  those  Sabbath  bells, 
How  sweetly  on  the  ear  it  swells  ! 
Chime  on,  loved  bells,  your  welcome  ring 
Shall  tune  our  hearts  God's  praise  to  sing. 


426  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 


We  leave  our  earthly  home, 
To  seek  that  blest  abode, 

Where  loved  companions  come 
To  lift  their  hearts  to  God  ; 


List  to  the  joyous  sound  that  tells 

The  music  of  those  Sabbath  bells  ; 

Chime  on,  sweet  bells,  long  may  your  ring 

Inspire  our  hearts  God's  praise  to  sing. 


GBNNESARET.     lis. 

SEE,  daylight  is  fading  o'er  earth  and  o'er  ocean, 
The  sun  has  gone  down  on  the  far-distant  sea ; 
Oh,  now,  in  the  hush  of  the  fitful  commotion, 
We  lift  our  tired  spirits,  blest  Saviour,  to  thee. 

Full  oft  wast  thou  found  afar  on  the  mountain, 

As  eventide  spread  her  dark  wing  o'er  the  wave  : 
The  Son  of  the  Highest,  and  life's  endless  fountain, 
•   Be  with  us,  we  pray  thee,  to  bless  and  to  save. 

And  oft  as  the  tumult  of  life's  heaving  billow 

Shall  toss  our  frail  bark,  driving  wild  o'er  night's  deep, 

Let  thy  healing  wing  be  stretched  over  our  pillow, 

And  guard  us  from  evil,  though  death  watch  our  sleep. 

To  God  our  great  Father,  whose  throne  is  in  heaven. 
Who  dwells  with  the  lowly  and  humble  in  heart, 

To  the  Son  and  the  Spirit  all  glory  be  given  ; 

One  God,  ever  blesstd  and  praised,  thou  art.  Heber. 


1  ''  I  ^HOU  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy  silver  streams, 

X     Our  Saviour,  at  midnight,  when  moonlight's  pale  beams 
Shone  bright  on  thy  waters,  would  frequently  stray, 
And  lose,  in  thy  murmurs,  the  toils  of  the  day. 

2  How  damp  were  the  vapors  that  fell  on  his  head  ! 
How  hard  w-as  his  pillow,  how  humble  his  bed ! 
The  angels,  astonished,  grew  sad  at  the  sight, 
And  followed  their  Master  with  solenin  delight. 

3  O  garden  of  Olivet,  thou  dear  honored  spot. 
The  fame  of  thy  wonders  shall  ne'er  be  forgot ; 
The  theme  most  transporting  to  seraphs  above ; 
The  triumph  of  sorrow, — the  triumph  of  love  ! 


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4  Come,  saints,  and  adore  him  :  come,  bow  at  his  feet ; 
Oh,  give  him  the  glory,  the  praise  that  is  meet ; 
Let  joyful  hosannas  unceasing  arise, 
And  join  the  full  chorus  that  gladdens  the  skies.        Marie  de  Fleury. 

WHY    THUS    REPINING? 

HY  thus  repining,  sad  heart  of  2  Murmur  no  longer,  sad  heart  of  mine, 

Ever  grow  stronger  thro'  powers  divine ;  • 
Earth  is  thy  dwelling  but  for  a  time, 
Heaven's  tones  are  swelling — hark  !  to 

their  chime. 
Turn,    then,    thou  weary  one,   to   thy 

bright  home ; 
Yearning  till  life  be  done,  for  joys  to 

come. 


mine? 
Ever  entwining  round  things  of  time  ; 
Cease    thy    complaining,    'tis    all    in 

love, 
Thou  need'st  refining  for  joys  above  ; 
Rise  above  sorrow,  welcome  the  cross, 
Pleasures   we  borrow   may   cloy   like 

dross. 


BAPTISMAL    RESPONSES. 

MINISTER. — Then  cometh  Jesus  from  Galilee  to  Jordan  unto  John,  to  be 
baptized  of  him. 

1.  Choir. — But  John  forbade  him,  saying,  I  have  need  to  be  baptized  of  thee, 

and  comest  |  thou  to  |  me? 

Minister. — And  Jesus  answering  said  unto  him,  Suffer  it  to  be  so  now  :  for  thus 
it  becometh  us  to  fulfill  all  righteousness. 

2.  Choir. — And  Jesus,  when  he  was  baptized,  went  up  straightway  out  of  the 

water ;  and,  lo,  the  heavens  were  opened  unto  him,  and  he  saw  the  Spirit 
of  God  descending  like  a  |  dove,  and  |  lighting  •  up-  |  on  him. 

Minister. — And  lo,  a  voice  from  heaven,  saying.  This  is  my  beloved   Son,  in 
whom  I  am  well  pleased. 

1.  Choir. — Ye  are  my  friends  if  ye  do  whatso-  |  ever  •  I  com-  |  mand  you. 

Minister. — Go  ye  therefore,  and  teach  all  nations,  baptizing  them  in  the  name 
of  the  Father,  and  of  the  Son,  and  of  the  Holy  Ghost. 

2.  Choir. — Teaching  them  to  observe  all  things  whatsoever  I  have  commanded 

you,  and  lo,  I  am  with  you  alway,  even  unto  the  |  end  ■  of  the  |  world. 
A-  I  men. 

Minister. — Know  ye  not,  that  so  many  of  us  as  were  baptized  into  Jesus  Christ 
were  baptized  into  his  death  ? 


428  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

2.  Choir. — Therefore  we  are  buried  with  him  by  baptism  into  death,  that  like  as 
Christ  was  raised  up  from  the  dead  by  tlie  glory  of  the  Father,  even  so 
we  also  should  |  walk  in  |  newness  of  |  life. 

Minister. — For  if  we  have  been  planted  together  in  the  likeness  of  his  death, 
we  shall  be  also  ///  the  likeness  of  his  resurrection. 

1.  Choir. — Buried  with  him  in  baptism,  whence   also  ye  are   risen  with  him 

through  the  faith  of  the  operation  of  God,  who  hath  [  raised  him  *  from 
the  I  dead. 

Minister. — If  ye  then  be  risen  with  Christ,  seek  those  things  which  are  above, 
where  Christ  sitteth  on  the  right  hand  of  God.  Set  your  affections  on 
things  above,  not  on  things  on  the  earth. 

2.  Choir. — For  ye  are  dead,  and  your  life   is  hid  with  Christ  in  God.     When 

Christ  who  is  our  life  shall  appear,  then  shall  ye  also  ap-  \  pear  with  j 
him  in  |  glory. 

Minister. — Whosoever  therefore  shall  break  one  of  these  least  commandments, 
and  shall  teach  men  so,  he  shall  be  called  the  least  in  the  kingdom  of 
heaven :  but  whosoever  shall  do  and  teach  them,  the  same  shall  be  called 
great  in  the  kingdom  of  heaven. 

SENTENCE. 

Choir. — Lord,  have  mercy  up-  |  on  —  |  us,  ||  and  write  all  these  thy  laws  in 
our  I  hearts,  —  j  we  be-  [  seech  thee. 

GLORIA     PATRI. 

Choir. — Glory  be  to  the  Father,  and  to  the  Son,  and  to  the  |  Holy  |  Ghost ;  [|  As 
it  was  in  the  beginning,  is  now,  and  ever  shall  be,  world  without  |  end. 
A-  I  men !     A-  |  men  ! 

V/ILT     THOU     NOT    VISIT     ME? 

I   "\  T  1\\IY  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

W       The  plant  beside  me  feeh  thy  |  gentle  |  dew; 
Each  blade  of  grace  I  see. 

From  thy  deep  earth  its  quickening  |  moisture  |  drew, 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 


CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS.  429 

2  Wilt  thou  not  visit  me? 

Thy  morning  calls  on  me  with  |  cheering  |  tone ; 
And  every  hill  and  tree 

Lend  but  one  voice,  the  voice  of  |  thee  a-  |  lone. 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

3  Come,  for  I  need  thy  love, 

More  than  the  flow'r  the  dew,  or  ]  grass  the  |  rain : 
Come  like  thy  holy  dove. 

And  let  me  in  thy  sight  rejoice  to  |  live  a-  |  gain. 
Wilt  thou  not  visit  me  ? 

4  Yes  !  thou  wilt  visit  me  ! 

Nor  plant,  nor  tree,  thine  eye  de-  |  lights  so  |  well. 
As  when  from  sin  set  free, 

Man's  spirit  comes  with  thine  in  |  peace  to  |  dwell, 

Yes,  thou  wilt  visit  me.  Jonbs  Vkrt. 

PAULINA,     lis. 

1  (~^  EYES  that  are  w^eary,  and  hearts  that  are  sore! 
V^^   Look  olT  unto  Jesus,  now  sorrow  no  more  ! 
The  light  of  his  countenance  shineth  so  bright, 
That  here  as  in  heaven  there  need  be  no  night. 

2  While  looking  to  Jesus,  my  heart  cannot  fear ; 
I  tremble  no  more  when  I  see  Jesus  near; 

I  know  that  his  presence  my  safeguard  will  be. 
For,  "Why  are  ye  troubled?"  he  saith  unto  me. 

3  Still  looking  to  Jesus,  O  may  I  be  found, 

When  Jordan's  dark  waters  encompass  me  round  : 
They  bear  me  away  in  his  presence  to  be, 
I  see  him  still  nearer  whom  always  I  see. 

4  Then,  then  shall  I  know  the  full  beauty  and  grace 
Of  Jesus,  my  Lord,  when  I  stand  foce  to  fiace  ; 
Shall  know  how  his  love  went  before  me  each  day, 
And  wonder  that  ever  mj'  eyes  turned  away. 


HALLELUJAH     CHORUS. 

ALLELUJAH  !  Hallelujah ! 

For  the  Lord  God  Omnipotent  reigneth  ! 
Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 
The  kingdom  of  this  world  is  become  the  kingdom  of  our  Lord,  and  of  his  Christ, 


H 


430  CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 

And  he  shall  reign  forever  and  ever,  King  of  kings  and  Lord  of  lords. 

Hallelujah  !   Hallelujah  ! 
Hallelujah  !  Hallelujah  !  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords  ! 
And  he  shall  reign  forever  and  ever,  King  of  kings,  and  Lord  of  lords ! 

Hallelujah!  Hallelujah! 

OH,     THERE     WILL     BE     MOURNING. 

OH,  there  will  be  mourning,  mourning,  mourning,  mourning, 
Oh,  there  will  be  mourning  at  the  Judgment-seat  of  Christ. 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  parents  and  children  there  will  part, 
Parents  and  children  there  will  part,  will  part  to  meet  no  more. 

BURIED     WITH     CHRIST. 

1  T)URIED  with  Christ  by  [  baptism  •  unto  |  death,— 
\9  We  rise  in  the  |  likeness  of  his  |  resur-  |  rection. 

2  If  ye  then  be  |  risen  with  |  Christ, 

Seek  those  things  which  are  above,  where  Christ  sitteth  at  the  J  right  —  | 
hand  of  |  God. 

3  For  as  many  as  have  been  baptized  into  Christ,  have  j  put  on  |  Christ. 
Therefore  glorify  God  in  your  body,  and  in  your  |  spirit,  |  which  are  |  God's. 

4  Reckon  ye  yourselves  to  be  dead  in-  |  deed  *  unto  |  sin, — 
But  alive  unto  God  through  |  Jesus  |  Christ  our  |  Lord. 

5  If  we  be  dead  with  him,  we  shall  also  |  live  with  |  him ; 
If  we  suffer  with  him,  we  shall  |  also  |  reign  with  |  him. 

6  Blessed  is  he  whose  transgression  is  forgiven,  whose  |  sin  is  [  covered. 
Blessed  is  the  man  to  whom  the  Lord  im-  [  puteth  |  not  in-  |  iquity. 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


The  figures  refer  to  the  nujnbers  of  the  Hymns, 


A. 

Abba  Father,  209,  427,  808. 
Abiding,  Christ,  with  believers,  89, 

159,939,  1021,  1024. 
Accepted  time,  599,  601,  602. 
Activity,  863,  877,  901,  913,  914,  915, 

921,  922,  923.  924,  925,  926,  927, 

929,  931-934,  954,  957,  959,  9^1, 

965.     See  also  Benevolence. 
Adoption,  675,  808,  878. 
Afflictions  and  Encouragements,  980 

-1036,  1040.     See  also  Conflict 

and  Triumph. 
Age  of  Gold,  287. 
All  in  All,  377,  378,  441,  890. 
All  is  yours,  1007. 
All  working  for  good,  loio. 
Angels,  271,  285,  321,  365,  367,  453, 

1038. 
Ashamed  of  Jesus,  709,  710,  712,  716, 

722. 
Asleep  in  Jesus,  iioo. 
Aspiration,  1037,  1059. 
Assurance,  427,  458,  527,  808,  967. 
Atonement,   850-goo.      See    Christ's 

Sufferings  and  Death. 
Autumn,  155.     See  Year. 

B. 

Backsliding,  507,  508,  509,  666.    See 

also  Revival. 
Baptism,  729-764. 
Bartimeus,  725. 
lieauties  of  Christ,  714. 
Benevolence,  904-934,  1247-1253. 
Bible,  334,  1149-1162. 
Bridegroom's  Voice,  643. 
Broken  heart,  646,  647. 
Brotherly  Love,   37,  317.     See  Fel- 

loviish  ip. 
Burden  cast  on  God,  854,  976,  1018. 

See  Afflictions. 
Burial^^ee  Death  and  Heaven. 
A  Brother,  1139. 
A  Child,   1094,   1107,  1108,  1122, 

1123,  1127,  1143,  H48. 
A  Sister,  1141. 
A  Pastor,  1135,  1138. 
A  Youth,  1 106. 


c. 

Calmness,  918,  919,  987,  997. 
Afflictions. 


See 


Calvary,  324,  326,  355,  357,  358,  570, 

812. 
Cares  cast  on  God,  976.     See  Bur- 
dens. 
Cheerfulness,  1004,  1006.     See  Joy. 
Children,  10,  295,  303,  305,  306,  307, 
j  490,  491,  518-520,  1028. 

Child-Spirit,  303,  427. 
Christ : — 

Advent  at  Birth,  269-300,  464. 
Advocate    and    Mediator,    427, 

443,  460,  473,  590,  616,  664,  856. 
All  and  in  All,  378,  441,  890. 
Ark,  590,  616,  695. 
Captain,  429. 
Childhood,  301-307. 
Compassion — See  Pity. 
Conqueror — See  King. 
Crowned — Sec  King. 
Corner-stone,  1180, 1186. 
Crucifi.xion.      See  Christ's  Suf- 
ferings  and    Death.        Also 

Lord's  Supper. 
Day  Star,  292,  298. 
Desire  of  Nations,  271,  272,  273, 

4o3. 
Divinity,  273,  410,  420,  421. 
Ebenezer,  849,  1259. 
Example,  304,  314,  315,  317,  335, 

342,  343,  345,  368. 
Friend,  422,  861,  862,  984. 
Hiding-place,  675,  685,  713,  894. 
Humanity,   312,   983,   984,    1005. 

See     Adz'ent     and    Life     of 

Christ. 
Knocking  at  Heart,  641. 
King,  359,  3^3,  S^S,  4",  412,  4^5, 

424,  433,  439,  440,  441,  445- 
Lamb,  414,  416,  431,  432,453,  479, 

973. 
Life,  Incidents  of,  309-324. 
Lion  of  Judah,  712. 
Love  of.  304,  340,  341,  343,  351, 

409,  467,  700,  850-900. 
Loveliness  of,  419,  425,  462,  463, 

465,  468,  470,  471,  489. 
Loving-kindness,  850, 
Morning  Star,  280. 
Ocean,  410. 
Pilot,  987,  1013. 
Praise  to,  409-492. 
Priest,  420,  475,  460. 
Prince  of  Peace,  274,  284,  289, 

439. 
Physician,  890,  853,  854. 
Prophet,  429,  475. 
Ransom,  425,  673. 
Refuge,  713,  894. 


Christ  : — 

Resurrection  and  Glory,  9,  360- 

^395- 

Rock,  156,  160,  436,  692,  888. 

Shepherd,  6,    144,   217,   218,  226, 

237,  480,  690,  723,  852,  £85,  1016. 
Second  Coming,  394-408. 
Sufferings   and   Death,   326-359. 

See  Lord's  Supper. 
Transfiguration,  322. 
Way,  'f'ruth,  and  Life,  319,  708. 
Wisdom,  896. 
Wonderful,  300. 
AVord,  290. 
Christians  : — 

Afflictions  and  Conflicts,  153, 154, 

223,  224,  225,  980-1040. 
Duties,  903-937. 
Encouragements,  153,  857.     See 

Afflictiotis. 
Fellowship,  765-782. 
Graces,  903-937. 
Security,  141,   145,  147,  152,  153, 

Church : — 

Beloved  of  Saints,  13,  45.    See 

Worship. 
Depression  and  Success,  815-848. 
Missions  and  Progress  of.     See 

JMissions, 
Recognition  of,  817. 
Communion  of  Christians  : — 

With   each    other — See  Felloio- 
sh  ip. 
Communion  of  Saints — See  Fellow- 
ship. 
Completeness  in  Christ,  426,  879. 
Conflict  with  Sin — See  Fight. 
Conformity  to  Christ  and  Consecra- 
tion, 254-287,  903-937. 
Consecration,  644-748,  755,  858. 
Consolations — See  Afflictions. 
Corner-stone,  laying  of,  1180,  1186. 

See  Dedication. 
Courage,  870. 

Creation — See  God's  Works  of  Crea- 
tion. 
Cross  of  Christ,  Efficacy  and  Glory- 
ing in,  320,  329,  337,  340,  343, 
349,  356,  357,  371,  418,  442,  486, 
487,  665,  889. 
Cross-bearing— See  Self-denial. 


D. 


Deacons,  1179. 
Death,  1100-114 


See  Burial. 


432 


INDEX    OF    SUBJECTS. 


Debt  of  love,  S59,  860. 

Dedication  of  Sanctuary,  824,  845, 
847,  1180-1190. 

Delay,  610,  629,  634. 

Delight  in  Christ,  851,  852. 

Denying-  Christ,  899. 

Depravity  —  See  Invitations  and 
Warnings,  and  Penitence, 

Despondency — See  Conflict  and 
Encouragement. 

Devotion  —  See  Consecration  and 
Prayer. 

Diligence — See  Acti^nty. 

Doubt — See  Afflictions  and  Encour- 
agement, 

Doxologies,//.  410,  411. 


E. 

Earnestness — See  Activity. 

Education,  1258,  1266. 

Energy — See  Activity. 

Eternity — See  Life  and  Immor- 
tality. 

Evening,  23,  25,  31,  33,  34,  35,  36,  38, 
56,  57,  63,  66,  78-85,  89-93,  108, 
116. 

Example  of  Christians,  903. 


Faith,  Power  of,  128,  999,  912,  915, 
917,  928,  1124. 

Family,  1248. 

Fasting,  Day  of,  173,  176,  183,  184, 
185,  186,  266,  I2S9,  1260,  1263, 
1264. 

I'ellowship,  765-784.  See  Brotherly 
Love, 

I'ight,  the  Christian,  956,  958,  960, 
962,  964, 969,  971,  973,  1030.  See 
Self-denial, 

Fig-tree,  581. 

Forgiveness  : — 

Of  Sin,  98,  16s,  665.  See  Warn- 
ing and  I  n^ntatioii.,  and  Peni- 
tence and  Consecration. 

Forever  with  the  Lord,  1133. 

Fountain  of  Cleansing,  473,  672. 


G. 

Gethsemane,  306,  308,  325,  348,  362, 

363- 
(rlory  ot  God — See  God, 
Crlorying  in   the   Cross — See   Cross 

of  Christ, 
Go  and  tell  Jesus,  702. 
God,  109-559. 

Attributes  together,  163, 165, 168, 

178,  262. 
Being,  132. 

Benevolence  and  Love,  135,  139, 
182,  1S8,  1S9,  197,  205,  214,  231. 
Compassion,  208,  239. 
Condescension,  262. 
Faithfulness,  141,  142,  196,  215, 
216. 


God  :- 

Glory,  124,  143,  146,  166,  167. 
Goodness — See    Benevolence    of 

God. 
Grace,  120,  130,  187,  191. 
Holiness,  174. 
Infinity,  119,  15S-173,  181. 
Justice,  235. 
Love,  208,  211,  214,  219,  240,  252, 

900. 
Majesty,  141,  184,  1S5,  186. 
Mercy— See  Benevolence  of  God. 
Mystery,  193. 

Omnipotence,  122,  125,  127,  141. 
Omnipresence,  133,  138,  148,  182. 
Omniscience,  i8i. 
Providence  and  Protection,  159, 

161,  162,  183,  197,  228. 
Sovereignty,  131,  141. 
Spirituality,  194. 
Trinity,  109-116. 
Truth,  121,  136. 
Unchangeableness,  194,  1022. 
Wisdom,  122,  252. 
Works  of  Creation,  122,  132,  135, 
145,  146,  149,  151,  175,  176,  177, 
179,  180,  192,  207,  210,  230,  245, 
247,  261,  263-266. 
Gospel — See  Bibie. 
Gratitude,  847-897,  1341. 
Grave  of  Jesus,  730.     See  Baptism, 
Grieving  the  Holy  Spirit— See  Holy 
Spirit, 


H. 

Happiness  at  Conversion,  892. 

Happiness  of  Christian,  963.      See 
yoy  and  Cheerfulness. 

Hard  Heart,  658,  691. 

Harvest — See    Thanksgiving.,    Day 
of. 

Harvest  Past,  633. 

Hearing  the  Word— See  Worship. 

Heart-broken  by  Love,  704. 

Heaven,  387,  448,  632,  1040-1099. 

Hell — See  Christ's  Seco>id  Advent. 

Heirship  witii  Christ,  894,  918,  919. 

Hiding-place — See  Christ. 

Holiness  : — 

Of  Christians — See  Graces  and 
Dzities. 

Holy  Scriptures — See  Bible, 

Holy  Spirit,  469,  493-559,  1015,  1026. 

Hope  ;— » 

Under  Affliction  and  Despond- 
ency, 870,  1004,  loit,  1014, 
1020,  1031,  1032,  1033. 

Humiliation — See  Day  of  Fasting, 

Humility,  977.     See  Peiiitence. 


Immanuel. — See  Christ. 
Immortality — See   Death    and  Im- 

jnoriality. 
Incarnation — See  Advent. 
Infants— See  Children. 
Ingratitude,  571,  679. 
Inspiration — See  Bible, 


Intercession  of  Christ — See  Advo- 
cacy of  Ch  rist. 
Invitations  and  Warnings,  550-643. 
It  is  finished,  333,  346,  358. 
It  is  I,  be  not  airaid,  313,  1003. 


Jesi-s  only,  697,  982. 

Jews,  1215,  1234. 

Joy,  850,  851,  871,  967,  968,  1009. 

Jubilee,  623,  625. 

Judgment-day,  396,  397,  562,  588, 
589,  600,  603,  606,  615,  618,  621, 
622,  676.  See  Second  Advent 
of  Christ. 

Justice — See  God. 

Justification— See  Atonement. 


K. 

Kindness,  Human,  504,  920, 
Knocking,  at  Heart,  Christ,  571,  578, 
641. 


Labor — See  Activity. 
Lamb  of  God — See  Christ. 
Liberality — See  Betievolence.,  Chris- 
tian Graces.,  and  Duties. 
Life  :— 

Brevity  and  Frailty,  161.    Also 
see  Death    and   Immortality 
and  I'ear. 
Light  of  World,  857. 
Likeness  to  Christ — See  Conformity. 
Looking^to  Christ,  1018,  page  429. 
Lord's  Day — See  Sabbath. 
Lord's  Prayer — See  Prayer. 
Lord's  Supper,  783-814. 
Love : — 

Of  God,  850-900. 

Of  Christ,  850-900. 

Of  Holy  Spirit,  850-900. 

For  the  Saviour,    859,    860-896, 
980. 

For  the  Church — See  Church. 
Lovest  thou  me,  728. 
Lukewarmness — See  Backslidinsr. 


M. 

Mediator— See  Christ. 

Meekness,  315,  317. 

Meeting  and    Parting — See  Parting 

a  nd  Meeting. 
Mercy — See  God, 
Ministry,  356,  1163-1179. 
Missions,  1191-1246. 
Morning,  24,  30,  32. 
Mortality— See  Death  and  Lift. 

N. 

Name  above  Every  Name,  436,  450, 
462,  890. 


INDEX     OF     SUBJECTS. 


400 
00 


National.  i254-i27a 
Kature — See  Cody  Works  of . 
Nearness  to  Christ,  939,  941,    946, 


A  nti:ifatcJ. 
Needful,     One    Thing  —  See      One 

Thing  Necd/nt. 
Ne'sv  Year — See  ):'ear. 
Niorht — Sec  Evening. 


o. 

On-e  Thing  Needful,  893, 966. 
Ordination — See  Ministry. 


Parting  and  Meeting,  54,  448,  780, 

782,  793,  1047,  i°S7-    See  also 

Christian  Fellowship. 
Pastor— See  Ministry. 
Patience,  637. 
Peace,    National,    287.       See    Our 

Country. 
Pearl  of  Great  Price,  449,  475. 
Penitence   and   Consecration,     327- 

361,  644-72S. 
Pilate  s  Hall,  671. 
Pity  of  God  and  Christ,  338,  350,  354. 

See  Sympathy. 
Poor — See  Bencjolence. 
Praise,  109-268.     See  also  Worship. 
Prayer,  27,  28,  29,  64,  65,  66,  67,  76, 

95,  897. 
Prayer,  Lord  s,   104,  258,  986,   990, 

995.    Pnge  xii. 
Preachers — See  Ministry. 
Presence  of  Christ  Unfailing,  930, 945. 
Promises,  663. 
Providence — See  God. 


R. 

REnFMPTioN — See  Atonement 

Refuge — See  Christ  2i\id  God. 

Regeneration  : — 

Necessary,  703.  See  also  Warn- 
ings and  I nvitat ions  a.nA  Pen- 
itence and  Consecration. 

Remember  me,  644,  994,  99S. 

Resignation,  59,  153,  159,  164,  211, 
224,  225,  238.     See  AJ/lictions.  . 

Rest  to  Soul,  S72,  674,  C95,  870. 

Resurrection— See  Chrisfs  Resur- 
rection and  Second  Adi'ent 
and  Death  and  hnmortality. 

Revival,  521,  522,  523,  524,  527,  534, 
535,  536,  538,  541,  543i  652,  819, 
828,  830,  835,  837,  838,  839,  848, 
936,  937,  038,  940, 942.  See  also 
Backsliding  and  Penitence., 
and  Consecration. 

Riches  of  the  Christian,  882, 883, 935. 


Sabbath,  i-ioS. 

Sabbath  School — See  Children. 

Safety  of  Christians,  354,  1008,1016, 
1018,  1035. 

Sailors,  1271-1274. 

Salvation — See  xl  tonement. 

Sanctuary : — 

Corner-stone — See  Dedication. 
Dedication,  n 80-1190. 
Love  lor,  1-108. 

Satan — See   Temptation  and  Fight. 

Scriptures — Sec  Dibte. 

Seamen — See  Sailors. 

Seasons,  192,  247,  249.  See  also  Year 
and  God's  Wmks  of  Creation. 

Seed,  the  word,  403,  559. 

Self-denial,  717,  720,  874,  884,  979, 
981,  1030. 

Shadow  of  the  Rock,  888. 

Shepherd— See  Clirist. 

Sickness — 994,  looi.  See  Afflictions 
and  Encouragements. 

Sight  of  Christ  Subdues,  671,  673, 674. 

Sins  : — 

Brought  to  Christ,  854,  855. 
Forsaken,  344,  347,  711. 
Indwelling — See   Penitence  and 
Consecration. 

Sins  laid  on  Jesus,  854,  855. 

Soldier,  Christian— See  Fight  and 
Self-denial. 

Soul  of  Man.  551,  591,  677.  See  Im- 
mortality. 

Souls,  Love  for — See  Activity. 

Spirit  striving,  568,  596.  See  Holy 
Spirit. 

Spring,  247,  249.  See  Year.,  and 
Thanksgivitig,  Day  of ;  also, 
God's  Works  of  Creatioji. 

Standing  up  for  Jesus,  709,  965. 

Sting  of  Death,  334,  364,  366. 

Story  of  Cross  told.  863. 

Strength  Equal  to  Day,  949. 

Submission,  911,  983.  See  Afflic- 
tions and  Encourageme7its. 

Suffering  of  Christ — See  Clirist. 

Summer,  155.  See  Year  and  Crea- 
tion. 

Supper,  Gospel,  575,  576,  582. 

Sympathy — See  Brotherly  Love. 

Sym]3athy  of  Christ,  312,  320,  385, 
386,  464,  983,  984,  1005,  1020, 
1024. 

T. 

Telling  Jesus,  702. 
Temperance,  123S,  1204-1288. 
Temptation,    318.        See      Conflict; 

also   A_fflictio7is  and  Encour- 

agemeiits. 
Thanksgiving,  Day  of,  155,  198,  199, 

200,  210,  24Q,  253,  254,  25s,  256, 

257,  1261,  1265. 


Time— See  Year. 

Too  late,  643. 

Tract  Distribution,  1252. 

Transfiguration  of  Christ,  322. 

Trials— See  Afflictions. 

Trinity— See  God. 

Trust— See  Afflictions. 


u. 

Unbelief— See    Faith  and     Graces 

and  Duties. 
Union  of  Saints: — 

To  Christ,  426,  724,  Sio,  879,  1021.. 

V. 

Vanity  of  World,  758. 

Msit  of  Christ,  892. 

Vows  of  God,  721.     See  Baptisnii. 

W. 

Wandering— See  Backsliding 
War— See  Our  Country. 
Warfare,  Christian— See  Soldier. 
Watchfulness— See  Self-denial  and 

Fight. 
Watching  with  Christ.  361. 
AVeeping  over  Sinners,  681,  684. 
Welcome  of  Christ  to   Heart,  726, 
„„      757- 

n  hy  die,  605^,  611,  628. 
Winter,  192.     See  Year  and  Spring. 
Witness— See  Holy  Spirit. 
Works  of  Christ  pleaded,  853. 
"Word  of  God— See  Bible. 
Works    of  God  in   Creation  —  See 

God. 
World  wa.xing  Evil,  406,  40S. 
World  not  Satisfying.  563,  605,  6og. 
World  Forsaken,  573,  591,  698,  705,. 

706,  708,  711,  716,  1065. 
Worship.  1-108.     See  Family. 
Wounds  of  Sin,  665. 


Year,  Opening  and  Closing,  155, 
581,  1289-1311.  See  also  Sea- 
sons and  God's  Works  of  Crea- 
tion. 

Yoke  of  Christ,  572,  649,  728. 

Yoke  of  Sin,  569,  572,  651. 

Youth,  566,  567,  569,  583,  585,  586,. 
587,  595,  640,  1061.  See  also 
Children. 


z. 

Zeal — See  Activity. 
Zion — See  Church. 


INDEX    OF    TEXTS. 


The  Jigures  refer  to  the  numbers  of  the  Hyjiins. 


GENESIS. 

1-3 "5,  145,  S23 

9-25-31 122,  146,  175 

ii8i 

3 I,  12,  22 

672 

24 942 

3 568,  toi 

1 590 

21,  22 192,   1289 

1-4 900 

12   326 

13 138,  181 

18.. 1276,1278,   1279 

15-22 601,610,  619 

31 773,  776 

56 743 


63.... 


•••57 


16,  17. 
20-22. 
13.... 


EXODUS. 


13:21 1029,1202 

15:1 257,  260 

15  :  II 174,  178 

25:22 27,64,  72 

28  :  29 385,  386,  460 

33  :  18 434,  47i 

LEVITICUS. 
35  :  9,  10 S97<  623,  625 

NUMBERS. 

JO  :  29 632,  639 

23  :  10 1102,  1104,  1134 

DEUTERONOMY. 


35 157,  173 

7 198,  215 

2 205,  206 

4 153,  15^,   160 

23 949 

27 685 

1 1064,  1068 

RUTH. 

16,  17 727 

I.  SAMUEL. 


I  IL  SAMUEL. 

:  1-27 1 140 

15-23  ...1107,  1108,  iiii 

1127,  1143,  1145 

3   126,  160,  216 

6,  7 203 

L  KINGS. 

27 1184 

44 1240 

II.  KINGS. 

II,  12 1037,  1077 

26 iiii,  1145 

I.  CHRONICLES. 
8 71,  96,  123,  136,  210 

II,  12,  15 161 

II.  CHRONICLES. 
5 125 


.  iiSo 


NEHEMIAH. 

5 1262,  1263,  1258 

1260, 1264 

5 96,  246 


ESTHER. 


:  16. 


.669 


JOB. 


7  :  12. . . 
16  :  7. . . . 
22  :  23 . . . 


. 181,  194,  207 


;  21... 
;  17,  18 
:  17-19 
:  6  ... 

;  16... 


in6 

.1131,  1132 


1294 

1113 

12 r85 

15 992,  1310 

I,  2 161,  iiio 

3,  4 667 

2 666,  667 

II 127, 147 

PSALMS. 

97 

1210 

5 30,  31,  34 

42,  56,  97 

5 1012 

8 35,  56,  108 

42,  j8 

....146,  179,  230,  257,  261 

136,  163 

16 141 

6 1149-1162 


14  :  1 132 

16:  9-12. .1065, 1120,1125,1137 

17  :  15 1065,  1137 

18  :  1-6 142,  160,  213 

19. . .122,  124,  175,  265,  1149, 

1153,  1155,  iico 

20 160,  877 

22 951,  953 

22.  .6,  107,  217,  2x3,  226,  228 

237,  306,  480,  723,  1028 

1029,  1034 

24  :  7-10 368,  372 

25  :  8. .14,  21,  47,  49,  69,  72,  73 

27:1 103,  202 

27  =  4 49,  72 

27  :  5 1073 

27  :  8-14. .97,191,  202,204,  212 

29 125,  163,  184 

30 204,  213,  996 

31  :  15 1311 

32 857,  871,  S80 

34. ..200, 202,  203,  205,  2o5,  213 

36 168 

36  :  7 850 

37  :  5 loio,  1013 

39 593,  £22,  1298 

40 203,  876,  891 

41  :  1-3 905,  913 

42 223,  224,  1025 

44 206,215 

45 419,  468,  474 

45  :  17 436,  453,  462,  1238 

1239 

46 131,  147,  945 

47 140,  141,  206 

48  :  1,2 833,  836 

48  :  14  1029 

50:  1-5 12,43,  1244 

51 644,  646,  647,  661 

55  :  16,  17 206,  213 

55  =22 97,976 

57  :  5-7 121 

61  :  1-4  692 

63 42,  48,  213,  224 

65 155,  189,  192,  247,  249 

250,  251 

68:5  136 

68:  i8 375,381 

71  :  17,  18 222 

72 1201,1228 

73  •  23-26. ...  .212,  220,  236 

84 7,  16,  37,  47,  53,  72 

85  :  6 819,  835 

87 47,  815,  818,  824 

90 161,  172,  173,  1294 

95 15,  iiS,  127,  144,  229 

97 163,  1S4 


100 117,  118,  255 

102 825 

103 98,  130,  231,  259 

103  :  13 239 

104 162 

106 123 

107 1269,  1266,  1260 

III 213,  259,  261,  263 

116 106,  203,  205 

119 1155,1157,  1160 

119  :  10 116 

121 160,  204 

122 13,  14,45,47 

126 825,  830 

127 93 

131 977 

132  ■ 43 

133 37,  770,  777,  779 

136 139,  145,  246,  249 

137 830,  1014,  1015 

137  :S 832 

135 14^ 

139 138,  181,  182,  186,  194 

144 161,  257 

145 129,  136,  139,  140,  169 

215 
146 140,  162,  170 

147 825 

147  :  16-18 192,  1296 

148 229,  241,  24s,  261,  264 

149 259 

150 241,  242 

PROVERBS. 
2:8 56 

3  :  5,6,  7 896,951 

II  :  24 905,  922 

15  :  1 . .  .290 

20  :  1 1286,  128S 

23  :  29-32. .-1284,  1286,  1283 

ECCLESIASTES. 

2  :  3-1 1 569,  648 

II  :  I,  2 909,  913,932 

II  :6 923,  932 

II  :  9 567,  591,  605 

12 585,586,  587,  640 

CANTICLES. 

1:2 468 

I  :  3.^459,  463,465,466,  470 

1:7 852,  8S5 

5  ■•9 714 

ISAIAH. 

1  :  18 220 

2  :  2 824 


INDEX    OF     TEXTS. 


435 


2:4  . : 831,  846 

6 109,  III,  134,  174 

9  :  6 273,  274,  303 

II «3i 

12 41S,  435,  441 

21  :  II 1235 

25  :  8 1114,  1130,  1132 

26  :  3,  4 204,  bSo,  918 

32  :  15 522,  524 

33  :  17 1059,  1061,  1071, 

107S 

35 "99,  1201 

35  :  8,  9,  10. .  1014,  1042,  1079 
40  :  1-5 842,  844,  846,  847 

1204 

40  :  6-8 161,  mo,  mi, 

1307,  1309 

40  :  9 823,  829,  841 ,  844 

40  :  II 6,  217,  218,  1034 

4D  :  27-31 971,  852,  1009 

1032 
4  2  :  1-4 284,  292,  294 

42  :  16 164,  193 

43  :  I,  2 1033 

46  :  4 222,  1033 

48  :  ID 842 

49  :  10 1042,  1085 

49  :  IS 827,  842 

50  :  10 1014 

51  :  1 1..  967,  1004,  1009,  10S7 

52  :  I,  2 823,  829,  046 

52  :  I'T-o 1163 

53 353,  620,  85s 

55 574,  575,  57^,  577 

60 1204,  1211,  1221,  1231 

62   1163,  1164,  1174 

63  :  1-3 359 

65  :  17 407, 1070 

66:  1 1184,  1188 

JEREMIAH. 

2  :  2,  3 649,  652 

3  =  4 587 

3  :  22 563,  654,  670 

8  :  20 561,  602,  606,  633 

13  :  23 672 

23  :  6 450-475,  881 

31  :  3 850,  876 

EZEKIEL. 

i3  :  20,  21 564 

33 611,  1174 

57 507,  522,  535 

DANIEL. 

2 820,836,  847 

7  :  14 294,  393,  439 

12  :  2 1137 

HOSEA. 

6:1,2 670,  679 

II  :  4 876 

14 645,  677 

JOEL. 

2  :  28,  29 522,  524,  529 

AMOS. 

4  :  i2..554,558,  588,  591,608 

JONAH. 
2 142,  203,  loii,  1013 


MICAH. 
10..., 1040,  1046 

NAHUM. 

3 184,  188,  203 

15 "63 

HABAKKUK. 

14 1201,  1245 

15 ,. .  1284,  1288 

ZEPHANIAH. 

14-18 823,  831,  840 

842 
HAGGAI. 

46,  1204,  1241 

ZECHARIAH. 

9  321 

1 473,  ^2 

MALACHI. 


3  :  1 271,  277 

3:2 615 

3  :  10  922,  925,  929 

MATTHEW. 

1  :  21   ...436,  450,  452,  462, 

465,  489 

2  '■  9-11. .  .270,  271,  278,  280 

298,  299 

3  :  I,  2 277 

3  =  13-17- -729,  736,  739,  744 

747,  751,  761 

5  :  3-13 903,911 

6  :  11-34..  104.  317,  945,  977 

7  :  7-11 897 

1-17 312 

23  27 309,  310 

32,  38.. 709,  710,  712,  720 
722 
28-30.. 533,  569,572,  614 
13  :  1-30 60 

13  :  45,  46 475 

14  :  23-33. .309,  310,  987,  1003 

17  :  1-9 322 

18  :  1-5 977 

1-9.... 307,  308,  321,  343 

42 818,845 

i-io..  570, 577, 582, 613, 626 
30 396,  397,  398,  399 

400,  401,  404 

25  :  1-13 40s,  407 

25  :  10-12 643 

26  :  II 913 

26  :  26,  27, 29 . . .  783,  784,  7B6 
26  :  36-46.. 324,  325,  348,  362 

363 

26  :  64 433 

27  :  26-53.. 323,  326,  327,  330 

331,  332,  333 

27  :  59-66 39,  41,  361 

28  :  1-9 360,  364,  366,  367 

368,  374,  376 
28:18-20 964,1167 

MARK. 
2:17 626,627 

4  :  3-8 60 

4  ••  36-39 309,310,  313 

6  :  45-5" --sog,  310,  313,  685 


9  :  36,  37 

to  :  13-16 305,  306,  I 


II  :  i-io. 


1-37 

22-26. .7S3, 


14  :  32-41.. 324,  325,  34ii, 

14  :  66-72 

15  :  16-39.. 326,  327,  330, 

332,  333,  334, 
16 360,  361,  365, 

LUKE. 

1  :  31 436,  446,  450 

2  : 1-20. . .  .269,  270,  271,  272 

273,  277,  281,  285,  2S7 

2  :  21-35 , 44,  302 

2  :  39-52 301,  303 

3  =  21,  22 447,   751 

4  :  18-20 311 

5  :  12-20 312,  660,  672 

5  :  31,  32 626,  627 

6  :  20-38.  .905,  908,  913,  922 

929 

7  :  34 422 

7  :  47 869 

8  :  22-25 309,  310,  313 

9  :  23 716,  717,  720 

9  :  28-37 322 

9  =  51 343 

2 1169,  1177 

29-37 920,  921,  925 

38-42 55° 

1-4 104 

9 897 

8,  9 712,  720,  722 

28-34 992,995,  1006 

looS,  1012 

12  :  35-40.. 277,  400,  927,  956 

13  :  24-29.. 588,  591,  610,  619 

14  :  16-23  •  •  •   575,  582 

15  :  11-24 645,  649,  653 

16  :  5 859,860 

17:5 687 

18  :  IQ-14 647 

18  :  35-43.. 660,  689,  699,  725 

21  :  25-36.. 395,  396,  397,  400 

401,  404 

22  :  14-20.   783,  784,  786,  787 
22  :  39-46.  .324,  325,  327,  348 

355,  362,  363,  856 

22  :  42   9S6,  990,  995 

23  :  33-48.  .323,  326,  327,  329 

3.30,  331,  332,  333,  334 

335,  33*^,  339,  340.  344 

346,  347,  351,  352,  354 

357,  358 

23  :  42 473,998 

24  :  1-12. .  .39,  40,  41,  50,  360 

361,  364,  365,  366,  367 

368,  369,  370,  372,  374 

376,  379 

24  :  29 89,  91,  93 

JOHN. 

I  :  12 808 

I  :  13 520,531 

I  :  14 290 

I  :  29 473,  479 

3:3 672,  703 


....467, 
. .  .  .294, 
• • • 574, 
••  ••473, 
.  .  1060, 
17-21.. 309,  310,  313 
53 784,  785,  789 


16.... 

30.... 

13,  M- 

:  2-15.. 

;  39.... 


•574 


o 472,  480,  1028, 


27,  28. 
35,  36  . 


320 

.877,887 

307 

329 


.  1040,  1042, 
1054, 


10 497 

27 861,  1024, 

1-6 975, 

i2,i3^^765,  774,  775 

16-23 

23 771,774, 

1 324,  325,  3^2 

17-37.. 326, 327,  329 

331,  332,  333 

34 

38-42 357,  361, 

1-18. . .360,  361, 365 

367,  368,  374 


552 
300 

577 

642 
1158 
,987 
1  791 

80s 
.899 
,  577 

299 
1034 
1016 

,  304 
,92s 
,  321 
,  339 
.674 
1052 
1069 
•319 
,  526 
1027 
1022 

,  777 
.897 

775 

,363 

330 

334 


367 
366 
37S 


ACTS. 

1  :  9-11...368,  369,  372,  373 

381,389 

2  :  1-13...493,  495,  516,518 

4  :  12 436 

4  '■  31 516,  541 

9  :  6 898,  904 

14  :  22 1022,  1030,  1031 

16  :  9 1212,  1223,  1233 

ROMANS. 
I  :  16 710,  712,  722 

6  :  3,4 734,  742,  749 

7  :  9 873,  891 

8:  14,  15 808,  857 

8  :  31,  32. . .  1007,  1008,  1075 
9:33 818,845,  847 

10  :  14,  15 1063 

11  :  33-36 17s,  186 

12  :  4,  5 769,  771,  775 

15  :  30 1  loS.  1 172 

I.  CORINTHIANS. 
1  :  26 822 

1  :  30 425,  426,  441,  456 

2  :  2 330,  337 

6  :  19 858,  859,898,  904 

9  :  24-27 948,  952,  955 

10  :  16,  17 783,  786 

1 1  :  23-25 784,  787,  804 

12  :  28 1170 

13  902,  907,  925 

14  :  20 855,  977 

15  :  10 849,  850,  860,  869 

890 

15  :  20-57 364,  369,  388 

iioo,  1114 


43G 


INDEX     OF    TEXTS. 


II.  CORINTHIANS. 


3,  4---52S,  539i  541 

20 196 

21,  22 494 

n 958,  962 

14 

6 189. 

i6-i8 872,  960, 

1-4 1009,  1015, 

1040,  1042, 

7 900,  912, 

8... 886,  1103,  1113, 

9 iri3.  i"7i 

17 


lOOI 

,  216 

513 
,964 
.441 
I  221 
.  99^ 
1037 
107 1 

9'7 

II2S 

1126 
•531 


10 511,  5131  527' 

1 674,  680, 

9.  -278,  298,  301,  302. 

1 315, 

9,  10 949,  986, 

GALATIANS. 

4,  5 455,  460, 

20  418, 

16 53°!  533, 


1  530 
889 

,318 
317 

1008 

1009 


EPHESIANS. 
I  :  4 860,  887 

1  :  13 5",  849 

2:11 

2  :  2a 818,  845,  847 

3  :  17-21 415,  420,  433 

3  :  15 769,  771 

4:4 774,  779 

4:8 1 170 

4  :  30 50S,  530,  568 

5  :  27 874 

6  :  10-17.  -962,  965,  968,  971 

PHILIPPIANS. 
1:6..  .891,  1008,  loog,  1013 

I  :  21 904,975 

1  :  23 103S,  1041,  1071 

1113 


2:2 37,  765.  770,  776 

777,  779 
2  :  5 9" 

2  ;  10 vi^i  446,  45'^ 

3  .  \ 967,  1009 

3^3-9 330 

4:4 849,  869,  907 

COLOSSIANS. 
I  :  10 91^ 

I  :  12 1006,  1008,  1049 

1  :  15-19 420,  425,  433 

2  :  12 733,  754 

3  •■  1-3 880,  895,  1037 

3  ■  4 397.  398,  39i 

3  '■  12-14 908,  913,  925 

3:15  918,919 

3  :  16 1150,  1152 

4:2 958,  964 

4:3 1168,1172,  1174 

I.  THESSALONIANS. 
4:  13,  14..  .1100,  iioi,  1114 

4  :  16 HIS,  "37 

4  :  17 "33 

5  :  i-io..  926,  927,  Q33,  953 

956,  959 

5  :  16 960,  967,  989,  992 

5  :  17 27,  28,  66,  76,  95 

5  :  19 509,  525,  530 

II.  THESSALONIANS. 

I  :  7-10. .  .396,  398,  399,  401 

404,  405 

3:1 ii63,  1174 

I.  TIMOTHY. 

1  :  15 552,  626,  627,  638 

I  :  17 256,257 

I  :  18 948,  956,  958 

3  :  16 273,  278,  420 

6  :  6-8.  .976,  977,  1002,  1008 

II.  TIMOTHY. 
1:8 709,  710,  712,  714 

716,  722 


2  :  3 948,  958,962,965 

2  :  19 1030,  1031,  1033 

3  ■  10 1150,  1152,  1154 

4  :  6-8  1130,  1 135 

TITUS. 

2  :  10 903 

2  :  13, . . .  .400,  403,  405,  406 

HEBREWS. 
1:2 1 150 

1  •  3 16s,  420,  434 

J  ■  8,  9 440 

•^  ■  3 550,  561,  573 

29 439 

2'1I. 422 

2  ■■    17,   18 375,    386 

4:9 22,    1058,    II36 

4  :  13 138 

4  :  14-16 385,  386 

7  :  23-28 429,  463 

9  :  J2-I4 479 

9  :  24 385,  386 

10  :  19 162,  375,  708 

10  :  24,  25 37 

II 900,  912,  928 

H  :  16 1040,  1046,  1063 

107 1 

11  :  25 706,  710,  717,  727 

12  :  1 953,  955,959,979 

12  :  6 988,  989,  996 

12  :  22-25 769,  826 

13  ;  14 1040,  1042,  1044 

JAMES. 

1  :  27 913,  929 

2  :  14-26 900,  912 

4  :  6-10 ,.  .977,  1021 

4  :  14 131° 

5:8  400,  405,  406 

5  :  16 64,  66,  67 

I.  PETER. 

I  :  3,  4.... 369,  374,  376,  387 
397 

I  :  8 236,451,  457,  462 

465,  466 


I  :  13 927 

1  :  19 479,  1017 

1 :  25 1 153 

2:6 818,  845 

2  :  7 425,  470,  452 

2:  21 314,  317,  345 

2:  24 344,  349,  351,  354 

2  :  24,  25 353,  723,  724 

4  ■•  12 75li 

5:4 1051 

II.  PETER. 

I  :  19 "57,  "59 

3  :  10 404,  1302 

3:  12 398,  399,  400,  401 

403 

I.  JOHN. 

1 :  7. ..473,  665, 680,  fSs,  C02 

2=  1 373,  377,  380 

2:2 ..  ..8S1 

3  :  I,  2 808,  857 

4:  10 240.  252,  434,  467 

5:  4 864,935,  9:3 

JUDE. 

I  :  14,  IS 397,  399,  '.'^^ 

I  :  24,  25 234 

REVELATION. 

I  :  5,  6 392,  -133 

I  :  7 396,  398,  399 

I  :  18 439 

3  :  20 571,  579,  641 

5  :  9-I3---43I,  432,433,  435 

448,  453 

6  :  16 562,  606 

7  :  9-12... 446,  448,  453,455 

492,  109S,  1239 

7  :  13-17 1084,  1085 

H  :  15 484,  1236.  1238 

19  :  6 141,  424,439,  484 

19  :  16 390 

21  :  1-15. .. .1070,  10S6,  1087 

1093 

22  :  17 574,  577,  596 


INDEX    OF    FIRST    LINES. 


A  BEAUTIFUL  land  by  faith  I  see 632 

Abide  with  me  !  fast  fall  the  eventide. ..  89 

A  broken  heart,  my  God,  my  King 646 

A  charge  to  keep  I  have 926 

A  crown  of  glory  bright ...  1051 

A  few  more  years  shall  roll 1131 

After  the  Christian's  tears    1097 

Again  the  Lord  of  life  and  light 39 

Ah  !  this  heart  is  void  and  chill 1048 

Alas  !  and  did  my  Saviour  bleed 347 

All-glorious  God,  what  hymns  of  praise  437 

All  hail  the  po\^'r  of  Jesus'  name 446 

All  is  dying  ;  hearts  are  breaking 1022 

All  that  I  was,  m}!-  sin  and  guilt. .......  S73 

All  ye  nations,  praise  the  Lord 244 

Ai  mighty  Father  of  mankind 201 

Almighty  God,  thy  word  is  cast 60 

Almighty  God,  we  praise  and  own 134 

Almighty  Maker,  God 233 

Almighty  Saviour,  here  we  stand 752 

Although  the  vine  its  fruit  deny 266 

Always  with  us,  always  with  us 930 

Amazing  grace  !  how  sweet  the  sound. .  891 

Amazing  sight !  the  Saviour  stands 578 

Am  I  a  soldier  of  the  cross 720 

Amidst  us  our  Beloved  stands 7go 

A  mother  may  forgetful  be 827 

And  are  we  wretches  yet  alive 671 

And  are  we  yet  alive 780 

And  can  I  yet  delay 682 

And  canst  thou,  sinner,  slight 601 

And  did  the  Holy  and  the  Just 349 

And  dost  thou  say,  "  Ask  what  thou 897 

And  is  there,  Lord,  a  rest 1136 

And  may  I  hope,  that  when  no  more. . . .  1060 

And  must  this  body  die 1137 


And  now  another  week  begins 40 

And  now,  my  soul,  another  year 1299 

And  will  the  Judge  descend 603 

And  will  the  Lord  thus  condescend  ....  579 

And  wilt  thou,  O  Eternal  God 1184 

Angels  from  the  realms  of  glory 271 

Angels  rejoiced  and  sweetly  sung 285 

Angels  !  roll  the  rock  away 365 

Another  hand  is  beckoning  us 1127 

Another  six  da3's'  work  is  done 22 

A  parting  hymn  we  sing 8og 

A  pilgrim  through  this  lonely  world... .  345 

Approach,  my  soul,  the  merc3--£eat C63 

Arise  !  arise  !  v/ith  joy  survc}- ICC4 

Arise,  my  soul,  arise 427 

Arise,  m}'  soul,  fly  up  and  run 1074 

Arise,  O  King  of  grace,  arise 828 

Arise,  ye  people,  and  adore 383 

Arm  of  the  Lord,  awake,  awake 1207 

Around  the  Saviour's  lofty  throne 438 

Around  the  throne  of  God  in  heaven...  .  1094 

Around  th}^  grave,  Lord  Jesus 730 

Around  thy  table,  holy  Lord 795 

As  bowed  by  sudden  storms,  the  rose. .  1128 

As  flows  the  rapid  river 130S 

Ashamed  to  be  a  Christian 710 

Ask  ye  what  great  thing  I  know 418 

Asleep  in  Jesus  !  blessed  sleep iioo 

As  now  the  sun's  declining  rays 52 

As  oft,  with  worn  and  weary  feet 984 

As  pants  the  hart  for  cooling  streams.. .  223 

Assembled  at  thy  great  command 1208 

As  the  sweet  flower  that  scents  the  morn  1107 

As  when  in  silence,  vernal  showers  ....  503 

As  when  the  weary  traveler  gains 1064 

At  anchor  laid,  remote  from  home 504 


438 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

At  even  ere  the  sun  was  set 312 

A  throne  of  grace  !  then  let  us  go 64 

At  thy  command,  our  dearest  Lord 786 

Awake,  and  sing  the  song 483 

Awake,  awake,  each  drowsy  soul 558 

Awake,  awake,  the  sacred  song 290 

Awaked  by  Sinai's  awful  sound 703 

Awake,  my  soul,  and  with  the  sun 30 

Awake,  my  soul,  in  joyful  lays 850 

Awake,  my  soul,  lift  up  thine  eyes 953 

Awake,  my  soul !  stretch  every  nerve  . .  955 

Awake,  my  tongue  !  thy  tribute  bring.  .  120 

Awake,  our  souls  !  away,  our  fears 952 

Awake,  3^6  saints  !  awake 9 

Away  with  our  sorrow  and  fear 1042 

Beautiful  Zion,  built  above io36 

Before  Jehovah's  awful  throne , . .  117 

Before  the  Lord  we  bow 1190 

Begin,  my  soul,  th'  exalted  lay 263 

Begin,  my  tongue,  some  heavenly  theme  ig6 

Begone,  unbelief!  my  Saviour  is  near. .  1031 

Behold  a  Stranger  at  the  door 571 

Behold  !  behold  !  the  Lamb  of  God 356 

Behold  the  amazing  sight 351 

Behold,  the  day  is  come 600 

Behold  the  glories  of  the  Lamb 447 

Behold,  the  heathen  waits  to  know 1213 

Behold  the  mountain  of  the  Lord 824 

Behold  the  path  that  mortals  tread 560 

Behold  the  Saviour  of  mankind 346 

Behold  the  sure  foundation  stone 818 

Behold  the  western  evening  light 1129 

Behold  !  what  wondrous  grace 80S 

Behold,  where,  in  a  mortal  form 342 

Be  joyful  in  God,  all  ye  lands  of  the. . .  .  255 

Beneath  the  shadow  of  the  cross 776 

Beneath  thy  cross  I  lay  me  down 340 

Be  ours  the  bliss  in  wisdom's  way 1280 

Beset  with  snares  on  every  hand 951 

Be  thou  exalted,  O  my  God 121 

Beyond  the  smiling  and  the  weeping. . .  1146 

Blessed  angels,  high  in  heaven 931 

Blessed  are  the  sons  of  God 857 

Blessed  be  the  dear,  uniting  love 775 


HVMN 

Bless,  O  my  soul,  the  living  God 130 

Blest  be  the  tie  that  binds 779 

Blest  Comforter  Divine 539 

Blest  feast  of  love  divine 805 

Blest  is  the  man  whose  softening  heart.  913 

Blest  morning,  whose  young  dawning.  .  41 

Blest  Saviour,  we  thy  will  obey 741 

Blood  is  the  price  of  heaven 355 

Blow  ye  the  trumpet,  blow 625 

Bondage  and  death  the  cup  contains... .  1284 

Bound  upon  th'  accursed  tree 357 

Bread  of  heaven,  on  thee  we  feed 784 

Bread  of  the  world  in  mercy  broken. . .  .  813 

Brethren,  while  we  sojourn  here 973 

Brightest  and  best  of  the  sons  of  the  . . .  298 

Bright  was  the  guiding  star  that  led. . .  .  299 

Broad  is  the  road  that  leads  to  death... .  556 

Brother,  rest  from  sin  and  sorrow 1139 

Builder  of  mighty  v/orlds  on  worlds.  . .  .  1186 

Buried  beneath  the  yielding  wave 744 

Buried  with  Christ  by  baptism  unto.  Page  430 

By  cool  Siloam's  shady  rill 585 

Calm  me,  my  God,  and  keep  mc  calm.  .  919 

Cast  thy  burden  on  the  Lord 976 

Cease,  ye  mourners,  cease  to  languish. .  1140 

Children  of  God,  who,  faint  and  slow. .  .  1004 

Children  of  the  heavenly  king 967 

Choose  ye  his  cross  to  bear 762 

Chosen  not  for  good  in  me 860 

Christ,  above  all  glory  seated 423 

Christian,  let  your  heart  be  glad 968 

Christians,  the  glorious  hope  ye  know. .  1212 

Christ  is  coming  1  let  creation 397 

Christ  is  our  Corner-stone S45 

Christ,  of  all  my  hopes  the  Ground 975 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  again 367 

Christ  the  Lord  is  risen  to-da}^,  Sons  of.  364 

Christ,  who  came  my  soul  to  save 732 

Church  of  the  ever-living  God 822 

Come,  all  ye  saints  of  God 416 

Come  at  the  morning  hour 76 

Come,  blessed  Spirit !  source  of  light..  .  499 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  and  feed  thy  sheep  51 

Come,  dearest  Lord,  descend  and  dwell  505 


INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


439 


HVMN   j 

Come,  Desire  of  nations,  come 1241  1 

Come,  every  pious  heart 428  1 

Come,  gracious  Spirit,  heavenly  Dove. .  501  | 

Come,  happy  souls,  adore  the  Lamb 736  | 

Come  hither,  all  ye  weary  souls 57^  | 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  Creator,  come 515  : 

Come,  Holy  Ghost,  who  ever  one 512  j 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  calm  my  mind 502  | 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come,  Let  thy  bright  538  j 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  come.  With  energy..  543  j 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Dove  divine 737  j 

Come,  Holy  Spirit,  Heavenly  Dove 521  I 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  our  God 766  | 

Come  in,  thou  blessed  of  the  Lord 773  ' 

Come  join,  ye  saints,  with  heart  and  voice  426  j 

Come,  kingdom  of  our  God 1230  j 

Come,  let  our  voices  join  to  raise 144 

Come,  let  us  anew  our  journey  pursue..  1303  ; 

Come,  let  us  gladly  sing 254  [ 

Come,  let  us  join  our  cheerful  songs. .  .  453  ! 

Come'  let  us  join  our  friends  above 769  | 

Come,  let  us  join  our  songs  of  praise.. .  460  j 

Come,  let  us  lift  our  joyful  eyes 443  1 

Come,  let  us  sing  of  Jesus 49° 

Come,  let  us  sing  the  song  of  songs 432 

Come,  let  us  strike  our  harps  afresh 54 

Come,  Lord,  and  tarry  not 407 

Come,  Lord,  in  mercy  come  again 819 

Come,  my  soul,  thy  suit  prepare 6  j 

Come,  O  Creator  Spirit  blest 497  | 

Come,  O  my  soul,  in  sacred  lays 124  j 

Come,  O  my  soul,  to  Calvary 814  j 

Come,  sacred  Spirit,  from  above 507 

Come,  said  Jesus'  sacred  voice 614 

Come,  shout  aloud  the  Father's  grace  .  .  191 

Come,  sinner,  to  the  gospel  feast 5S2 

Come,  sound  his  praise  abroad 229 

Come,  Spirit,  source  of  light 542 

Come,  take  my  yoke,  the  Saviour  said.  .  569 

Come,  thou  Almighty  King 114 

Come,  thou  celestial  Spirit,  come 510 

Come,  thou  Desire  of  air  thy  saints 46 

Come,  thou  eternal  Spirit,  come 511 

Come,  thou  Fount  of  every  blessing. . . .  849 

Come  to  Jesus 638 


Come  to  the  ark,  come  to  the  ark 590 

Come  to  the  house  of  prayer 75 

Come  to  the  land  of  peace 59S 

Come,  trembling  sinner,  in  whose  breast  670 

Come,  weary  souls,  with  sins  distressed  553 

Come,  we  that  love  the  Lord 63 

Come,  ye  disconsolate,  where'er  ye 630 

Come  ye  lofty,  come  ye  lowly 278 

Come,  ye  sinners,  heavy  laden 627 

Come,  3-0  sinners,  poor  and  needy C26 

Come,  3"e  that  knov>r  and  fear  the  Lord . .  2o3 

Come,  ye  that  love  the  Saviour's  name..  451 

Complete  in  thee  !  no  work  of  mine. . .  .  879 

Constrained  by  love,  v/e  follov/  where.  .  753 

Crown  his  head  v/ith  endless  blessing. .  421 

Dark  v/as  the  night,  and  cold  the 348 

Daughter  of  Zion,  from  the  dust 823 

Day  of  judgment,  day  of  wonders 615 

Dearest  of  all  the  names  above 47 1 

Dear  is  the  hallowed  morn  to  me '     19 

Dear  is  the  spot  where  Christians  sleep,  iioi 

Dear  Lord,  and  v/ill  thy  pardoning  love.  746 

Dear  Saviour  !  we  are  thine 8io 

Dear  Saviour,  when  my  thoughts  recall.  662 

Dear  Shepherd  of  thy  people,  here 55 

Delay  not,  delay  not,  O  sinner,  draw. . .  629 

Deny  thee  ?  what !  deny  the  way 899 

Depth  of  mercy  !  can  there  be 700 

Descend,  celestial  Dove 731 

Descend  from  Heaven,  immortal  Dove.  1062 

Descend,  immortal  Dove 535 

Did  Christ  o'er  sinners  weep 681 

Did  Jesus  weep  for  me 684 

Disowned  of  heaven,  by  man  oppress'd.  1215 

Does  the  Gospel  word  proclaim 695 

Do  not  I  love  thee,  O  my  Lord 875 

Down  to  the  sacred  wave 761 

Draw  near,  O  Holy  Dove,  draw  near. . .  789 

Early,  my  God,  without  delay 48 

Earth  has  nothing  sweet  or  fair 419 

Ebenczer  !  God  is  with  us 1259 

Enthroned  is  Jesus  now 484 

Enthroned  on  high.  Almighty  Lord 528 


440 


INDEX    OF   FIRST  LINES, 


HYMN 

Ere  another  Sabbath's  close 83 

Eternal  Father,  thou  hast  said 1210 

Eternal  Source  of  every  joy 1289 

Eternal  Spirit,  God  of  truth 517 

Eternal  Spirit,  we  confess 496 

Eternal  Wisdom  !  thee  we  praise 187 

Eternity  !  Eternity 559 

Eternity  is  just  at  hand 557 

Exert  thy  power,  thy  rights  maintain. . .  1209 

Fade,  fade,  each  earthly  joy 862 

Fading,  still  fading,  the  last  beam  is. ...  94 

Faint  not.  Christian  !  though  the  road. .  970 

Fair  shines  the  morning  star 623 

Fair  vision  !  how  thy  distant  gleam 1091 

Faith  adds  new  charms  to  earthly  bliss.  912 

Faithful,  O  Lord,  thy  mercies  are 216 

Faith  is  a  precious  grace 928 

Far  as  thy  name  is  known 833 

Far,  far  o'er  hill  and  dell 1099 

Far  from  my  heavenly  home 1015 

Far  from  these  narrow  scenes  of  night.  .  1078 

Far  from  the  world,  O  Lord,  I  ilec 62 

Father  I  beneath  thy  shclt'ring  wing. . . .  945 

Father  !  how  wide  thy  glory  shines. ....  179 

Father  !  I  long,  I  faint  to  see 1071 

Father  !  I  stretch  my  hands  to  thee 687 

Father  of  heaven  !  v/hose  love  profound  no 

Father  of  love  and  power 116 

Father  of  mercies,  bow  thine  ear 1168 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  house 11 70 

Father  of  mercies,  in  thy  word 11 56 

Father,  whate'er  of  earthly  bliss 997 

Fiercely  came  the  tempest  sweeping.. . .  309 

Fling  out  the  banner  !  let  it  float 1206 

Flow  fast,  my  tears  !  the  cause  is  great..  323 

For  a  season  called  to  part 84 

Forever  here  my  rest  shall  be 675 

Forever  with  the  Lord 1133 

For  thy  mercy  and  thy  grace 1305 

Friend  after  friend  departs 1143 

From  all  that  dwell  below  the  skies. . .  .  1198 

From  Calvary  a  cry  was  heard 326 

From  every  stormy  wind  that  blows.  ...  27 

From  Greenland's  icy  mountains 1233 


From  the  cross,  uplifted  high 

From  thee,  my  God,  my  joys  shall  rise . 


From  whence  does  this  union  arise. 
From  whence  these  direful  omens. 
From  j'onder  Rocky  Mountains   .  . 


Gently,  gently,  lay  the  rod 

Gently,  Lord,  oh,  gently  lead  us 

Give  to  the  winds  thy  fears 

Give  thanks  to  God,  he  reigns  above. . . 

Glorious  things  of  thee  are  spoken 

Glory  to  God  on  high 

Glory  to  thee,  my  God,  this  night 

Go  and  tell  Jesus 

God  bless  our  native  land 

God  calling  A-et  !  shall  I  not  hear 

God,  in  the  gospel  of  his  Son 

God,  in  the  high  and  holy  place 

God  is  a  Spirit,  just  and  wise 

God  is  love  ;  his  mercy  briglitens 

Gcd  is  the  refuge  of  his  saints 

God  moves  in  a  mj^sterious  way 

God,  my  supporter  and  my  hope 

God  of  eternity,  from  thcc 

God  of  mercy  !  God  of  love 

God  of  my  life,  through  all  my  davs. . . . 
God  of  our  lives,  thy  various  praise. . . . 

God  of  our  salvation,  hear  us 

God  of  the  morning,  at  whose  voice.  . .  . 
God  of  the  world  !  thy  glories  shine. . . . 

God's  glory  is  a  wondrous  thing 

God  with  us  !  oh,  wondrous  name 

Go  forth  on  wings  of  faith  and  prayer.. . 

Go,  labor  on  ;  spend  and  be  spent 

Go,  labor  thou,  while  it  is  day 

"  Go,  preach  my  gospel,"  saith  the  Lord 

Go,  preach  the  blest  salvation 

Go,  spirit  of  the  sainted  dead 

Go  thou  in  life's  fair  morning 

Go  to  dark  Gethsemane 

Go,  tune  thy  voice  to  sacred  song 

Grace,  'tis  a  charming  sound 

Gracious  Spirit  !  love  divine 

Great  Father  of  our  feeble  race 

Great  Former  of  this  various  frame 


HYMN 

613 

457 

777 

344 

iiq6 

696 
T023 

lOIO 

139 
815 
414 

33 

702 

1256 

573 
1150 
207 
194 
252 
147 

193 
212 

555 

Cg4 

162 

1301 

87 

32 

167 

916 

275 

1252 

906 

901 

1 167 

1 194 

1106 

640 

362 

449 

477 

5-^4 

522 

152 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


441 


Great  God  !  how  infinite  art  thou 173 

Great  God  !  indulge  my  humble  claim. .  150 

Great  God  !  now  condescend 1278 

Great  God  of  nations  !  now  to  thee 1265 

Great  God  !  the  nations  of  the  earth. .  . .  I2i3 

Great  God  !  to  thee  my  evening  song.. .  35 

Great  God  !  we  in  thy  courts  appear. . . .  738 

Great  God  !  we  sing  that  mighty  hand.  .  1290 

Great  God  !  whose  hand  outpours  the.  .  1286 

Great  is  the  Lord  our  God S36 

Great  is  the  Lord  !  What  tongue 143 

Great  Ruler  of  all  nature's  frame iS3 

Great  Spirit  !  by  whose  mighty  power  . .  494 

Guide  mc,  O  thou  great  Jehovah 1029 


Had  I  the  tongues  of  Greeks  and  Jews. 
Hail  !  morning  known  among  the  blest. 

Hail,  my  ever-blessed  Jesus 

Hail,  sacred  truth  !  whose  piercing  rays 
Hail,  sov'reign  love  !  that  form'd  the . . . 
Hail,  sweetest,  dearest  tie,  that  binds. . . 

Hail  the  day  that  sees  him  rise 

Hail,  thou  happy  morn  so  glorious 

Haii,  thou  long-expected  Jesus 

Hail,  thou  once  despised  Jesus 

Hail  to  the  brightness  of  Zion's  glad, ... 

Hail  to  thee,  our  risen  King 

Hail  to  the  Lord's  anointed 

Hail  to  the  Prince  of  life  and  peace 

Hail,  tranquil  hour  of  closing  day 

Happ)'  the  heart  where  graces  reign .... 

Happy  the  souls  to  Jesus  joined 

Hark  !  a  thrilling  voice  is  sounding. . . . 
Hark  !  from  the  tombs  a  warning  sound 

Hark  !  hark  !  the  notes  of  joy 

Hark  !  how  the  gospel  trumpet  sounds. 

Hark,  my  soul,  how  every  thing 

Hark  !  my  soul,  it  is  the  Lord 

Hark  !  ten  thousand  harps  and  voices. . 
Hark,  the  glad  sound  !  the  Saviour 


Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 
Hark 


the  herald  angels  sing 272 

the  song  of  jubilee 

the  sound  of  holy  voices 

the  voice  of  love  and  mercy 

what  celestial  sounds 


902 

374 

869 

1162 

713 

772 

395 
276 

393 
S46 

369 
294 

439 

63 

907 

771 

277 

1118 

297 

1243 
247 
728 
392 
284 
<  273 
1238 
488 
358 
296 


Hark  !  what  mean  those  hol}^  voices. . . .  269 

Hasten,  Lord,  the  glorious  time 1246 

Hasten,  sinner,  to  be  wise 610 

Haste,  traveler,  haste  !  the  night  comes  .     634 

Hast  thou  within  a  care  so  deep 31 

Hear,  O  sinner  !  mercy  hails  3-ou 619 

Hear  the  heralds  of  the  gospel 620 

Hear  the  royal  proclamation 1244 

Heart  of  stone,  relent,  relent 691 

Hear  what  the  voice  from  heaven 11 19 

Heavenly  Father,  to  whose  eye 974 

Heavenly  Shepherd,  guide  us,  feed  us. .  107 

He  dies  !  the  Friend  of  sinners  dies. . . .  335 

He  has  come,  the  Christ  of  God 274 

He  lives,  my  kind,  wise,  heavenly 380 

He  lives  !  the  great  Redeemer  lives. . . .  377 

Heralds  of  creation  !  cry 245 

Here  at  thy  table.  Lord,  v/e  meet 801 

Here,  Saviour,  we  do  come 763 

Here  we  meet  to  part  again 105S 

He's  come  !  let  every  knee  be  bent 493 

He  that  gocth  forth  with  weeping 032 

Hig'i  in  tlic  heavens,  Eternal  God i53 

High  in  3-ondcr  realms  of  light 10S5 

Holy  and  reverend  is  the  name. .......  174 

Holy  Father  !  thou  hast  taught  me 1030 

Holy  Ghost  !  dispel  our  sadness 514 

Holy  Ghost  !  with  light  divine 546 

Holy,  holy,  holy  is  the  Lord 267 

Holy  Spirit  !  from  on  high 548 

Holy  Spirit  !  in  my  breast 547 

Holy  Spirit  !  Lord  of  light 545 

Holy  Spirit  !  source  of  light 549 

Hope  of  our  hearts,  O  Lord,  appear.  . . .  io63 

Ilosanna  be  our  cheerful  song 445 

Hosanna  !  raise  the  pealing  hymn 4S2 

Hosanna  to  the  Prince  of  Light 381 

How  beauteous  are  their  feet 1163 

How  beauteous  were  the  marks  divine.  315 

How  blest  the  hour  when  first  we  gave.  742 

How  blest  the  righteous  when  he  dies. .  1102 

How  blest  the  sacred  tie  that  binds 765 

How  calmly  wakes  the  hallowed  morn..  750 

How  can  I  sink  with  such  a  prop S77 

How  charming  is  the  place 72 


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INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


KYMN 

How  condescending  and  how  kind 350 

How  did  my  lieart  rejoice  to  hear 45 

How  dread  are  thine  eternal  ^-ears 197 

How  firm  a  foundation,  ye  saints  of  the.  1033 

How  gentle  God's  commands 233 

How  happy  every  child  of  gracc.^ C71 

How  helpless  guilt}'  nature  lies 533 

How  long,  sometimes,  a  day  appears. . .  225 

How  pleasant  !  how  divinelj'  fair 16 

How  pleased  and  blest  was  1 13 

How  precious  is  the  book  divine 11 59 

How  sad  our  state  by  nature  is 673 

How  shall  the  young  secure  their  hearts  1161 

How  short  and  hasty  is  our  life 593 

Hov/  sweet  and  awful  is  the  place 796 

How  sweet !  how  heavenly  is  the  sight..  770 

How  sweetly  flowed  the  gospel  sound. .  311 

How  sweet  the  hour  of  closing  day 1104 

How  sweet  the  name  of  Jesus  sounds. ..  470 

How  sweet  to  bless  the  Lord 73 

How  sweet  to  leave  the  world  awhile. . .  17 

How  sweet,  upon  this  sacred  da}' 102 

How  tedious  and  tasteless  the  hours  . . .  938 

How  vain  are  all  things  here  below  ....  1002 

How  vain  is  all  beneath  the  skies 11 10 

How  vast  the  treasure  we  possess 882 

How  wondrous  was  the  burning  zeal. . .  343 

I  AM  coming  to  the  cross 680 

I  bless  thee.  Lord,  for  sorrow  sent 989 

I  bring  my  sins  to  thee 854 

I  feed  by  faith  on  Christ ;  my  bread  ....  792 

If  God  is  mine,  then  present  things 1007 

If  human  kindness  meets  return 800 

If  I  were  a  voice,  a  persuasive  voice. . . .  1247 

If  thou  dost  truly  seek  to  live 566 

If,  through  unruffled  seas loii 

I  hear  a  voice  that  comes  from  far 570 

I  heard  the  voice  of  Jesus  say 870 

I  know  not  whether  dark  or  bright 1089 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives,  And.. .  458 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ;  He. . .  461 

I  know  that  my  Redeemer  lives  ;  What.  378 

I  lay  my  sins  on  Jesus 855 

I  left  the  God  of  truth  and  light 649 


HYMN 

'11  praise  my  Maker  with  my  breath  . . .     170 

long  to  behold  him  arrayed 1041 

love,  I  love  thee.  Lord  most  high 887 

love  thee,  O  my  God,  and  still 476 

love  the  sacred  Book  of  God 1152 

love  thy  kingdom.  Lord 832 

love  to  see  the  Lord  below 49 

love  to  sing  of  heaven 1050 

love  to  steal  awhile  away 57 

love  to  tell  the  story 863 

'm  a  pilgrim,  and  I'm  a  stranger 1044 

'm  but  a  stranger  here 1046 

'm  not  ashamed  to  own  my  Lord 722 

n  all  my  Lord's  appointed  ways 743 

n  all  my  vast  concerns  with  thee 181 

ncarnate  Word  !  by  every  grief 318 

n  Christ  I've  all  my  soul's  desire 441 

need  thee,  precious  Jesus 966 

n  evil  long  I  took  delight 674 

n  God's  own  house  pronounce  his 61 

n  loud  exalted  strains 11 89 

nquire,  ye  pilgrims  !  for  the  v/ay 580 

n  stature  grows  the  heavenly  Child. . . .     301 

n  the  bright  morn  of  life 5S7 

n  the  Christian's  home  in  glory 1059 

n  the  cross  of  Christ  I  glory 486 

n  the  dark  and  cloudy  day 1027 

n  the  far  better  land  of  glory  and  light.    1098 

n  the  hour  of  m}'  distress 1026 

n  trouble  and  in  grief,  O  God 996 

once  was  a  stranger  to  grace  and  to.. .    1035 

saw,  beyond  the  tomb 606 

say  to  all  men,  far  and  near 387 

see  the  crowd  in  Pilate's  hall 671 

send  the  joys  of  earth  away 706 

sing  th'  almighty  power  of  God 175 

s  this  the  kind  return 679 

t  came  upon  the  midnight  clear 287 

think,  when  I  read  the  sweet  story  of..     305 

thirst,  but  not  as  once  I  did 864 

thirst,  thou  wounded  Lamb  of  God 654 

t  is  not  death  to  die 1130 

've  found  the  pearl  of  greatest  price  . . .     475 

was  a  foe  to  God 724 

was  a  wandering  sheep   723 


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INDEX   OF   FIRST   LINES. 


443 


I  worship  thee,  sweet  Will  of  God 

I  would  love  thee,  God  and  Father 

I  would  not  live  alway  :  I  ask  not  to  stay 

Jehovah  God  !  thy  gracious  power. .  .  . 

Jehovah  reigns,   his  throne  is  high 

Jerusalem,  forever  bright 

Jerusalem,  my  happy  home 

Jerusalem  the  golden 

Jesus  a  child  his  course  begun 

Jesus,  and  didst  thou  condescend 

Jesus  !  and  shall  it  ever  be 

Jesus  calls  us,  o'er  the  tumult 

Jesus  comes,  his  conflict  over 

Jesus  comes  to  souls  rejoicing 

Jesus  !  delightful,  charming  name 

Jesus,  engrave  it  on  my  heart 

Jesus,  grant  me  this,  I  pray 

Jesus,  I  am  never  weary 

Jesus,  I  come,  I  come  to-night 

Jesus,  I  love  thy  charming  name 

Jesus,  immortal  King,  arise 

Jesus,  I  ni)'  cross  have  taken 

Jesus  invites  his  saints 

Jesus  is  gone  above  the  skies 

Jesus,  let  thy  pitying  eye 

Jesus,  lover  of  m}'  soul 

Jesus,  mighty  King  in  Zion 

Jesus,  my  all,  to  heaven  is  gone 

Jesus,  my  sorrow  lies  too  deep 

Jesus  only,  when  the  morning 

Jesus,  our  Lord,  ascend  th}-  throne. 

Jesus,  Saviour,  pilot  me 

Jesus  shall  reign  where'er  the  sun.. 

Jesus — the  name  high  over  all 

Jesus,  the  sinner's  Friend,  to  thee.  . 

Jesus,  the  very  thought  of  thee 

Jesus  !  thou  art  the  sinner's  Friend. 

Jesus,  thou  everlasting   King 

Jesus,  thy  boundless  love  to  me. .  .  . 
Jesus  !  thy  love  shall  we  forget. . . . 

Jesus  !  thy  name  I  love 

Jesus  !  thy  robe  of  righteousness.  . . 
Jesus,  to  thy  dear  wounds  we  flee.  . 
Jesus,  wc  look  to  thee 


HYMN 

914 

S6S 
1113 

.  1S2 
.     163 

■  1093 
.  1090 
.   1087 

.     303 

.     660 

,     712 

,     980 

424 

401 

45Q 

893 

1021 

1024 

689 

465 

1219J 

705  I 

806 

787 
697 
685 

734 

708 

1005 

982 

382 

1272 

1201 

450 

657 
468 
664 

435 
865 

799 
890 

881 
1073 

74 


Jesus  wept !  those  tears  are  over 

Jesus,  we  thus  obey 

Jesus,  while  this  rough  desert  soil 

Join  all  the  glorious  names  of  wisdom. 

Joyfully,  joyfully  onward  I  move 

Joy  to  the  world,  the  Lord  is  come. . .  . 
Just  are  thy  ways  and  true  thy  word.  .. 
Just  as  I  am,  without  one  plea 


Keep  silence,  all  created  things   

Keep  us.  Lord  !  oh  keep  us  ever 

Kindred  in  Christ  !  for  his  dear  sake. . 
Kingdoms  and  thrones  to  God  belon.?:. 


Laborers  of  Christ,  arise 

\  Laden  with  guilt,  and  full  of  fears 

Lamp  of  our  feet  !  whereby  we  trace.. . . 
j  "  Land  ahead  !"  its  fruits  are  waving. .  . 
\  Late,  late,  so  late  !  and  dark  the  night.  . 

I  Let  all  the  earth  their  voices  raise 

I  Let  children  hear  the  mighty  deeds 

I  Let  every  mortal  ear  attend 

Let  me  but  hear  my  Saviour  say 

.Let  sinners  take  their  course 

Let  songs  of  praise  fill  the  sky 

Let  us  awake  our  joys 

Let  us  gather  up  the  sunbeams 

Let  vain  pursuits  and  vain  desires 

Let  Zion  and  her  sons  rejoice 

Let  Zion  in  her  King  rejoice 

Let  Zion's  watchmen  all  awake 

Life  from  the  dead,  Almight}'  God 

Life  is  the  time  to  serve  the  Lord 

"  Lift  your  heads  "  with  faith 

Light  of  life,  seraphic  fire 

Light  of  the  lonely  pilgrim's  heart 

Like  sheep  we  went  astray 

Lo,  God  is  here  ! — let  us  adore 

Lo,  he  comes  !  let  all  adore  him 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending  ! 

Hark  !  the  trump 

Lo  !  he  comes,  with  clouds  descending  ! 

Once  for  favored 

Lo  !  he  cometh, — countless  trumpets.  . . 
Look  from  thy  sphere  of  endless  da}-. . . 


HYMN 

•     320 

,     807 

950 

429 

1049 

23l 

156 
656 

186 

83 

767 

125 

924 
1158 
1157 
1036 

643 

171 

215 

576 

949 

97 

526 

411 

124S 

804 

825 

131 

1174 

12S7 

554 

1242 

8 

1216 

353 

133 

816 

399 

396 

398 

1191 


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INDEX    OF   FIRST   LINES. 


HYMN 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  day  is  breaking... .  1221 

Look,  ye  saints  !  the  sight  is  glorious.. .  394 

Long  as  I  live  I'll  bless  thy  name 206 

Long  have  I  sat  beneath  the  sound   ....  940 

Lo  !  on  a  narrow  neck  of  land 622 

Lord,  as  to  thy  dear  cross  we  flee go3 

Lord,  at  this  closing  hour Si 

Lord,  at  thy  table  we  behold 803 

Lord,  at  thy  temple  we  appear 44 

Lord,  dismiss  us  with  thy  blessing 86 

Lord,  forever  at  thy  side 977 

Lord,  from  thy  blessed  throne 1257 

Lord,  from  thy  unexhausted  store 154 

Lord  God  of  hosts,  by  all  adored 169 

Lord  God  the  Holy  Ghost 534 

Lord,  how  delightful  'tis  to  see 21 

Lord,  how  mysterious  are  thy  ways 164 

Lord,  how  secure  and  blest  are  they 880 

Lord,  1  am  thine,  and  in  thy  aid 756 

Lord,  I  am  thine,  entirely  thine 655 

Lord,  I  cannot  let  thee  go 972 

Lord,  I  hear  of  showers  of  blessing 636 

Lord,  I  know  thy  grace  is  nigh  me 699 

Lord,  in  humble,  sweet  submission 735 

Lord,  in  the  morning  thou  shalt  hear. . .  42 

Lord,  in  thy  garden  agony , 325 

Lord,  it  belongs  not  to  my  care 1006 

Lord  Jesus,  when  we  stand  afar 339 

Lord,  let  thy  goodness  lead  our  land  . . .  1267 

Lord,  may  the  spirit  of  this  feast 798 

Lord  of  all  being  !  throned  afar 166 

Lord  of  earth  !  thy  forming  hand 248 

Lord  of  hosts  !  how  bright,  how  fair 53 

Lord  of  the  harvest,  bend  thine  ear 1169 

Lord  of  the  harvest !  hear 1165 

Lord,  shall  we  part  with  gold  for  dross.  935 

Lord,  thou  hast  scourged  our  guilty 1264 

Lord,  thou  hast  searched  and  seen  me. .  138 

Lord,  thou  hast  won— at  length  I  yield .  704 

Lord,  thou  on  earth  didst  love  thine 774 

Lord,  thou  wilt  hear  me  when  I  pray. , .  56 

Lord,  'tis  an  infinite  delight 219 

Lord,  we  come  before  thee  now 5 

Lord,  when  my  raptured  thought 177 

Lord,  when  we  bow  before  thy  throne.  . .  659 


HYMN 

Lord,  while  for  all  mankind  we  pray... .  1262 

Lord,  with  glowing  heart  I'd  praise 106 

Lo  I  the  day  of  rest  declineth 93 

Loud  hallelujahs  to  the  Lord 129 

Love  divine,  all  love  excelling 513 

Love  is  the  fountain  whence 925 

Lo  !  what  a  glorious  sight  appears 1070 

Magnify  Jehovah's  name 246 

Majestic  sweetness  sits  enthroned 474 

Make  channels  for  the  streams  of  love..  922 

Maker  of  land  and  rolling  sea 11 83 

Man  has  a  soul  of  vast  desires 551 

Mary  to  the  Saviour's  tomb 360 

Meekly  in  Jordan's  holy  stream 751 

Men  of  God,  go  take  your  stations 1222 

"  Mercy,  O  thou  Son  of  David  " 725 

Messiah  !  at  thy  glad  approach 289 

'Mid  scenes  of  confusion  and  creature. .  1052 

'Mid  the  pastures  green  of  the  blessed. .  1148 

Mighty  God  !  while  angels  bless  thee.. .  420 

Millions  within  thy  courts  haVe  met. ...  24 

Morning  breaks  upon  the  tomb 366 

Mortals,  awake  !  with  angels  join 283 

Mourn  for  the  thousands  slain 1288 

Much  in  sorrow,  oft  in  woe 969 

Must  Jesus  bear  the  cross  alone 717 

My  country,  'tis  of  thee 1255 

My  days  are  gliding  swiftly  by 1043 

My  dear  Redeemer,  and  my  Lord 314 

My  drowsy  powers,  why  sleep  ye  so. . . .  957 

My  faith  looks  up  to  thee 1017 

My  God,  and  is  thy  table  spread 791 

My  God,  accept  my  heart  this  day 719 

My  God,  I  love  and  I  adore 148 

My  God,  is  any  hour  so  sweet 28 

My  God,  my  Father,  while  I  stray 986 

My  God,  my  King,  thy  various  praise. .  140 

My  God,  my  Life,  my  Love 236 

My  God,  my  portion,  and  my  love 220 

My  God,  permit  me  not  to  be 895 

My  God,  the  spring  of  all  my  joys 221 

My  God,  thy  boundless  love  I  praise. . .  265 

My  God,  what  silken  cords  are  thine. . .  876 

My  gracious  Lord,  I  own  thy  right 904 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


445 


HYMN 

My  heavenl}'  home  is  bright  and  fair... .  1088 

My  home  is  in  heaven 1040 

My  only  Saviour,  when  I  feel 943 

My  opening  eyes  with  rapture  sec 18 

My  precious  Lord,  for  thy  dear  name. . .  884 

My  Saviour  !  my  almighty  Friend 444 

My  Saviour,  Avhom  absent  I  love 1039 

My  Shepherd  will  supply  my  need 218 

My  soul,  amid  this  stormy  world 1080 

My  soul,  be  on  thy  guard 958 

My  soul  doth  magnify  the  Lord 469 

My  soul,  how  lovely  is  the  place 47 

My  soul  is  not  at  rest 1197 

My  soul,  it  is  thy  God 959 

My  soul,  repeat  his  praise 98 

My  soul,  weigh  not  thy  life 964 

My  soul,  what  hast  thou  done  for  God. .  954 

My  soul,  with  joy  attend 1016 

My  sufferings  all  to  thee  are  known ....  648 

^ly  times  arc  in  thy  hand 1311 

Nature  with  open  volume  stands 334 

Nearer,  my  God,  to  thee 946 

No  change  of  time  shall  ever  shock  ....  160 

No  more,  my  God,  I  boast  no  more 707 

Nc  more,  ye  wise,  your  wisdom  boast  . .  883 

No,  no,  it  is  not  dying Ii44 

No  room  for  mirth  or  trifling  here 677 

Not  all  the  blood  of  beasts 479 

Not  all  the  nobles  of  the  earth 878 

Not  all  the  outward  forms  on  earth 531 

Nothing  but  leaves  !  the  Spirit  grieves..  701 

Nothing  either  great  or  small 635  j 

"  Nothing  to  do  !"  in  this  world  of  ours.  1249  ' 

No  track  is  on  the  sunny  sky 495 

Not  to  condemn  the  sons  of  men 552 

Not  to  the  terrors  of  the  Lord 826 

Now  be  m}^  heart  inspired  to  sing 440 

Now  for  a  tune  of  lofty  praise 373 

Now,  gracious  Lord,  thine  arm  reveal. .  1300 

Now  I  have  found  a  Friend 861 

Now,  in  the  heat  of  youthful  blood 567 

Now  is  th'  accepted  time 599 

Now  let  my  soul.  Eternal  King 1151 

Now  let  our  cheerful  eyes  survey 385 


Now  let  our  souls,  on  wings  sublime. . .  1060 

Now,  O  God,  thine  own  I  am 858 

Now  that  the  sun  is  beaming  bright ....  105 

Now  to  the  Lord  a  noble  song 434 

Now  to  the  Lord,  who  makes  us  know.  433 

Now  to  th}^  sacred  house 11 

O  BLESSED  feet  of  Jesus 856 

O  blessed  God,  to  thee  I  raise 100 

O  Christ !  our  King,  Creator,  Lord 329 

O  Christ,  what  gracious  words 485 

O  day  of  rest  and  gladness i 

O  dearest  Lamb,  take  thou  my  heart 874 

O'er  the  distant  mountains  breaking.. . .  400 

O'er  the  gloomy  hills  of  darkness 1220 

O'erwhelmcd  in  depths  of  woe 353 

Of  all  the  joj'S  we  mortals  know 835 

O  Father,  Lord  of  earth  and  heaven. . . .  740 

O  God  of  Bethel  !  by  whose  hand 198 

O  God  of  Sovereign  grace 1229 

O  God,  our  help  in  ages  past. . .  . .- 172 

O  God  the  Father,  Christ  the  Son 11 82 

O  God,  thy  grace  and  blessings  give.. . .  nog 

O  God,  unseen,  yet  ever  near 794 

O  happy  saints,  who  dwell  in  light 1063 

Oh,  bless  the  Lord,  ray  soul 231 

Oh,  come,  and  mourn  with  me  awhile  . .  336 

Oh,  come,  loud  anthems  let  us  sing 127 

Oh,  could  I  find,  from  day  to  da}' 939 

Oh,  could  I  lose  myself  in  thee 669 

Oh,  could  I  speak  the  matchless  worth.  425 

Oh,  deem  not  the}'  are  blest  alone 988 

Oh,  do  not  let  the  word  depart 565 

Oh,  for  a  closer  walk  with  God 942 

Oh,  for  a  faith  that  will  not  shrink 917 

Oh,  for  a  glance  of  heavenly  day 658 

Oh,  for  a  heart  to  praise  my  God 911 

Oh,  for  an  overcoming  faith 11 24 

Oh,  for  a  shout  of  sacred  joy 3S9 

Oh,  for  a  thousand  tongues  to  sing 452 

Oh,  for  the  death  of  those 1134 

Oh,  for  the  happy  hour 837 

Oh,  for  the  peace  which  floweth  like  a.  .  1147 

Oh,  for  the  pearly  gates  of  heaven 1081 

Oh,  gift  of  gifts  !  oh,  grace  of  faith 873 


446 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

Oh,  hallowed  is  the  land  and  blest 1200 

Oh,  happy  day  that  fixed  my  choice  on..     715 

Oh,  help  us,  Lord  !  each  hour  of  need..  1000 

Oh  !  how  happy  are  they 851 

Oh,  how  the  hearts  of  tliose  revive 821 

Oh,  it  is  hard  to  work  for  God 915 

Oh,  not  my  own  these  verdant  hills 898 

O  Holy  Ghost,  the  Comforter 525 

O  holy,  holy,  holy  Lord 109 

O  holy  Lord,  our  God 1 166 

O  Holy  Spirit,  Fount  of  Love 532 

Oh,  not  to  fill  the  mouth  of  fame 936 

Oh,  render  thanks  to  God  above 123 

Oh,  sing  to  him  who  loved  and  bled. ...  455 

Oh,  stay  thy  tears  !  for  they  are  blest. . .  iioS 

Oh,  still  in  accents  sweet  and  strong..  .  1175 

Oh  that  I  knew  the  secret  place 667 

Oh  that  my  load  of  sin  were  gone 65 1 

Oh  that  the  Lord's  salvation 1134 

Oh,  tliere  will  be  mourning ■^^J'^  429 

Oh,  turn  }'e,  oh,  turn  ye,  for  why  v/ill  yc  62S 

Oh,  what  amazing  woi'ds  of  grace 574 

Oh  what,  if  we  are  Christ's 758 

Oh,  where  are  kings  and  empires  now . .  820 

Oh  !  where  is  now  that  glowing  love. . .  652 

Oh,  where  shall  rest  be  found 605 

Oh,  who'll  stand  up  for  Jesus 709 

Oh,  worship  the  King,  all  glorious 257 

O  Israel,  to  thy  tents  repair 956 

O  Jesus,  bruis'd  and  wounded  more.. .  .  7S5 

O  Jesus,  in  this  solemn  hour 11 78 

O  Jesus,  Lord  of  heavenly  grace loi 

O  Jesus,  thou  art  standing 641 

O  Jesus,  thou  the  beauty  art 466 

O  Jesus,  when  I  think  of  thee 464 

O  Lord,  and  shall  our  fainting  souls 509 

O  Lord,  behold  us  at  thy  feet ...  1279 

O  Lord,  how  joyful  'tis  to  see 37 

O  Lord,  I  would  delight  in  thee 992 

O  Lord  !  my  best  desires  fulfill 991 

O  Lord  of  hosts,  whose  glory  fills 11 80 

O  Lord  our  God  !  arise 1228 

\  O  Lord,  our  heavenly  King 230 

\0  Lord,  thy  heavenly  grace  impart 711 

0  Lord,  thy  work  revive 835 


HYMN 

O  Lord,  we  in  thy  footsteps  tread 749 

O  Love  Divine  !  that  stooped  to  share. .  944 

O  Love  !  who  gav'st  thy  life  for  me. ... ,  •  867 

O  my  soul,  what  means  this  sadness... .  1025 

Once  more,  before  we  part 781 

Once,  O  Lord,  thy  garden  flourished. . .  839 

Once  upon  the  heaving  ocean 309 

One  by  one  the  sands  are  flowing 1310 

One  prayer  I  have — all  prayers  in  one. .  995 

One  sweetly  solemn  thought 1095,  1096 

One  there  is,  above  all  others 422 

One  thing  alone,  dear  Lord  !  I  dread. . .  937 

On  Jordan's  stormy  banks  I  stand 1067 

On  the  mountain's  top  appearing 841 

On,  through  Judea's  palmy  plain 1281 

Onward,  Christian,  though  the  region. .  979 

Onward,  onward,  men  of  heaven 1226 

Opprest  with  noon-day's  scorching  heat  797 

O  praise  the  Lord  in  that  blest  place  ...  126 

O  praise  ye  the  Lord  !  prepare  your. . . .  259 

O  sacred  Head,  now  wounded 354 

O  Saviour,  is  thy  promise  tied 403 

O  Spirit  of  the  living  God 1205 

O  soul,  soul,  thou  art  passing 1306 

O  thou,  by  long  experience  tried 159 

O  thou,  from  whom  all  goodness  flows..  994 

O  thou,  in  whose  presence 852 

O  thou,  my  soul,  forget  no  more 788 

O  thou  that  hear'st  the  prayer  of  faith.  . .  676 

O  thou,  who  driest  the  mourner's  tear. .  993 

O  thou,  who  in  Jordan  didst  bow  thy  . .  729 

O  thou,  whom  we  adore 1227 

O  thou,  whose  filmed  and  failing  eye   . .  11 23 

O  thou,  whose  own  vast  temple  stands..  11S8 

O  thou,  whose  tender  mercy  hears C61 

Our  children  thou  dost  claim 1276 

Our  country  is  Immanuel's  ground 1079 

Our  country's  voice  is  pleading 1193 

Our  Father,  God,  who  art  in  heaven. . . .  104 

Our  Father  in  heaven,  we  hallow  thy. .  .  258 

Our  Father,  through  the  coming  year. . .  1295 

Our  helper,  God,  we  bless  thy  name. . . .  1291 

Our  land,  with  mercies  crowned 1254 

Our  Lord  is  risen  from  the  dead 372 

Our  Saviour  bowed  beneath  the  wave  . .  739 


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INDEX   OF'   FIRST  LINES. 


U7 


HYMN 

Our  souls,  by  love  together  knit 768 

Our  spirits  join  t' adore  the  Lamb 338 


HYMN 

Rise,  my  soul,  and  stretch  thy  wings. . .   1037 
Rocked  in  the  cradle  of  the  deep 1273 


O  wondrous  type  !  O  vision  fair 322  }  Rock  of  ages,  cleft  for  me 692 

O  Zion  !  tune  thy  voice 844  \  Roll  on,  thou  mighty  ocean 1233 


Pastor,  thou  art  from  us  taken 

Peace,  troubled  soul,  whose  plaintive.  .. 

People  of  the  living  God 

Pilgrim,  burdened  with  thy  sin 

Pilgrims  in  this  vale  of  sorrow 

Pity,  Lord,  the  child  of  clay 

Planted  in  Christ,  the  living  vine 

Pleasant  are  th)'  courts  above 

Plunged  in  a  gulf  of  dark  despair 

Pour  out  thy  Spirit  from  on  high 

Praise,  everlasting  praise,  be  paid 

Praise,  Lord,  for  thee  in  Zion  waits 

Praise,  oh  praise  our  God  and  King... . 

Praise  the  Lord  !  his  glories  show 

Praise  the  Lord  !  his  power  confess. . . . 

Praise  the  Lord  !  oh,  praise  him 

Praise  the  Lord  !  ye  heavens,  adore  him 

Praise  to  God,  immortal  praise 

Praise  to  thee,  thou  great  Creator 

Praise  to  the  Lord  on  high 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  his  servants,  raise. . 

Praise  ye  the  Lord,  immortal  choir 

Praise  ye  the  Lord  !  my  heart  shall  join. 

Prayer  is  the  breath  of  God  in  man 

Prayer  is  the  soul's  sincere  desire 

Prostrate,  dear  Jesus,  at  thy  feet 


Raise  your  triumphant  songs 

Rejoice,  all  ye  believers 

liemark,  mj^  soul,  the  narrow  bound. 
Remember  me,  my  Saviour  God  .... 

Remember  thy  Creator  now 

Repent  !  the  voice  celestial  cries. . . . 

Rest  for  the  toiling  hand 

Resting  from  his  work  to-day 

Return,  O  wanderer,  return 

Return,  O  wanderer,  to  thy  home. . . 
Rich  are  the  joys  which  cannot  die. . 

Ride  on,  ride  on  in  majesty 

Rise,  glorious  Conqueror,  rise 


113S 
636 
727 
607 
981 
690 
817 
7 
467 

1172 
12S 

155 
1270 
241 
242 
26S 
250 
249 
251 
430! 

99! 
190  j 

136; 

67  I 

65  I 

668! 

478 

405 
1297 

998 

586 

584 
1132 

361 

563 

594 

910 

321 

412 


Safely  through  another  week 2 

Saints  in  glory  !  we  together 410 

Salvation  !  oh,  the  joyful  sound 481 

Saviour,  breathe  an  evening  blessing.  . .      108 

Saviour,  I  look  to  thee loiS 

j  Saviour,  I  think  upon  that  hour 337 

,  Saviour,  like  a  shepherd  lead  us 102S 

I  Saviour,  thy  gentle  voice. 947 

i  Saviour,  thy  law  we  love 764 

j  Saviour,  visit  thy  plantation 838 

i  Saviour,  when,  in  dust,  to  thee 688 

j  Saviour,  who  this  day  didst  break 3 

Saviour,  who  thy  flock  art  feeding 1283 

Saw  you  never  in  the  twilight 280 

Say,  brothers,  will  you  meet  us 778 

Say,  is  your  lamp  burning,  my  brother. .    1250 

Say,  sinner,  hath  a  voice  within 56S 

Say,  why  should  friendship  grieve  for.  .    1105 
Scorn  not  the  slightest  word  or  deed.. .     909 

See,  from  Zion's  sacred  mountain 843 

See,  gracious  God,  before  thy  thi-one. ...    1263 

See  how  great  a  flame  aspires 1240 

See  how  he  loved  !   exclaimed  the 304 

See,  in  the  vineyard  of  the  Lord 5S1 

See  the  kind  Shepherd,  Jesus,  stands. . .     306 

See  the  ransomed  millions  stand 1239 

See  th'  eternal  Judge  descending 618 

Servant  of  God,  well  done 1135 

Shall  we  gather  at  the  river 1045 

Shall  we  meet  beyond  the  river 1047 

Shepherds,  hail  the  wondrous  stranger..     270 
Shout  the  glad  tidings,  exultingly  sing.     279 

Shout  the  tidings  of  salvation 1245 

Show  pit}-,  Lord  !  O  Lord,  forgive 644 

Silently  the  shades  of  evening 90 

Since  all  the  varying  scenes  of  time. . . .     211 

Sing  of  Jesus,  sing  forever 409 

Sing,  my  soul,  his  wondrous  love 240 

Sing,  sing,  his  lofty  praise 415 

Sing  to  the  Lord  Jehovah's  name 210 


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INDEX    OF   FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

Sing  to  the  Lord  most  high 253 

Sing  to  the  Lord  our  might 71 

Sing  to  the  Lord  that  built  the  skies.. . .  145 

Sing  to  the  Lord,  ye  distant  lands 282 

Sing  we  the  song  of  those  who  stand . . .  448 

Sing,  ye  redeemed  of  the  Lord 1009 

Sinner,  hear  the  melting  story 617 

Sinner,  oh,  why  so  thoughtless  grown. .  564 

Sinner,  rouse  thee  from  thy  sleep 612 

Sinners,  turn  ;  why  will  ye  die 611 

Sinner,  the  voice  of  God  regard 592 

Sinner,  what  has  earth  to  shov/ 6og 

Sister,  thou  wast  mild  and  lovely 1141 

Sleep  not,  soldier  of  the  Cross 971 

So  fades  the  lovely  blooming  flower. ...  mi 

Soft  be  the  gently-breathing  notes 328 

Softly  fades  the  twilight  ray 82 

Softly  now  the  light  of  day 85 

Soldiers  of  Christ,  arise 962 

So  let  our  lips  and  lives  express 903 

Some  seraph,  lend  your  heavenly 178 

Songs  of  praise  the  angels  sang 243 

Son  of  God,  our  glorious  Head 1179 

Sons  of  day  !  Arise  from  slumber 1192 

Sons  of  men,  behold  from  far 1237 

Soon  may  the  last  glad  song  arise 1203 

Souls  in  heathen  darkness  lying 1253 

Sound,  sound  the  truth  abroad 413 

Sovereign  of  all  the  worlds  on  high  ....  209 

Sovereign  of  worlds,  display  thy  power.  1199 

Sow  in  the  morn  \\\y  seed 923 

Speak  gently — it  is  better  far 920 

Spirit  Divine  !  attend  our  prayer 519 

Spirit  of  faith  come  down 537 

Spirit  of  holiness,  descend 524 

Spirit  of  holiness,  look  down 523 

Spirit  of  mercy,  truth,  and  love 506 

Spirit  of  power  and  might,  behold 529 

Spirit  of  truth  !  on  this  thy  day 518 

Stand  up,  and  bless  the  Lord 96 

Stand  up,  my  soul,  shake  off  thy  fears  . .  948 

Stand  up,  stand  up  for  Jesus 965 

Star  of  peace  to  wanderers  weary 1271 

Stay,  thou  insulted  Spirit,  stay 508 

Stern  winter  throws  his  icy  chains 1296 


HYMN 

Still  one  in  life  and  one  in  death 793 

Stretched  on  the  cross,  the  Saviour  dies.     331 

Sun  of  my  soul,  thou  Saviour  dear 36 

Sure  the  blest  Comforter  is  nigh 500 

Sweet  hour  of  prayer 95 

Sweet  is  the  light  of  Sabbath  eve 23 

Sweet  is  the  memory  of  thy  grace 200 

j  Sweet  is  the  work,  my  God,  my  King..  .  15 

!  Sweet  is  the  work,  O  Lord 69 

!  Sweet  Saviour,  bless  us  ere  we  go 25 

Sweet  the  moments,  rich  in  blessing. ...  487 

I  Sweet  thought,  my  God  !  that  on  the  . . .  I112 

Sweet  was  the  time  when  first  I  felt 666 

Swell  the  anthem,  raise  the  song 1268 

Tarry  with  me,  O  my  Saviour 91 

j  Tender  Shepherd,  thou  hast  stilled ii45 

j  Thank  and  praise  Jehovah's  name 1269 

1  That  awful  day  will  surely  come 588 

That  day  of  wrath,  that  dreadful  day.  . . .  562 

The  billows  swell,  the  winds  are  high  . .  987 

The  bird  let  loose  in  eastern  skies 941 

The  blessed  Spirit,  like  the  wind 520 

The  Church  has  waited  long 408 

The  Church's  one  foundation 847 

The  Comforter  has  come 541 

The  cross  !  the  croSs  !  the  blood-stained  889 

The  day  approacheth,  O  my  soul 589 

The  day  is  past  and  gone 79 

The  day  of  praise  is  done 80 

The  da}^  O  Lord,  is  spent 78 

The  earth,  O  Lord,  is  one  wide  field...  .  1177 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Lord in 

Thee  we  adore,  Eternal  Name 1298 

The  God  of  Abrah'm  praise 1292 

The  God  of  grace  will  never  leave 530 

The  God  of  harvest  praise 1261 

The  goodly  land  I  see 1293 

The  harvest  dawn  is  near 961 

The  head  that  once  was  crowned  with.  .  390 

The  heathen  perish  ;  day  by  day 1214 

The  heavens  declare  thy  glory.  Lord 1149 

The  Holy  Ghost  is  here 536 

The  King  of  heaven  his  table  spreads.. .  575 

Tlie  leaves,  around  me  falling 1309 


INDEX     OF    FIRS  7'    LINES. 


449 


HYMN 

The  Lord  himself,  the  mighty  Lord 226 

The  Lord  himself  will  keep 1013 

The  Lord,  how  fc.irful  is  his  name 1S5 

The  Lord  !  how  \.ondrous  r.re  his  ways  !     165 

The  Lord  into  his  garden  comes 848 

The  Lord  is  great  !  ye  hosts  of  heaven. .  256 
The  Lord  is  King  !  lift  up  thy  voice. . . .  141 
The  Lord  is  my  shepherd,  no  want  shall  1034 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns,  His  throne.  .  262 
The  Lord  Jehovah  reigns  ;  Let  all  the. .     232 

The  Lord  my  Shepherd  is 237 

The  Lord  of  glory  is  my  light 103 

The  Lord,  our  God,  is  full  of  might. .  . . .     i34 

The  Lord  our  God  is  Lord  of  all 176 

The  Lord  will  come  !  the  earth  shall.. . .     404 

The  mercies  of  my  God  and  King 222 

The  mind  was  formed,  to  mount  sublime  678 
The  morning  dawns  upon  the  place. . . .     327 

The  morning  kindles  all  the  sky 379 

The  morning  light  is  breaking 1231 

The  morning  purples  all  the  sky 388 

The  once-loved  form,  now  cold  and  dead   1120 

The  people  of  the  Lord 960 

The  perfect  world,  by  Adam  trod 1181 

The  pity  of  the  Lord 239 

There  are  lonely  hearts  to  cherish 125 1 

There  is  a  fold  whence  none  can  stray.  .  1082 
There  is  a  fountain  filled  with  blood. . . .  473 
There  is  a  God  ! — all  nature  speaks  ....     132 

There  is  a  happy  land 1057 

There  is  a  land  mine  eye  hath  seen 1065 

There  is  a  land  of  pure  delight 1066 

There  is  a  little  lonely  fold 217 

There  is  a  name  I  love  to  hear 462 

There  is  an  eye  that  never  sleeps 66 

There  is  an  hour  of  peaceful  rest 1083 

There  is  an  hour  when  I  must  part  ....   11 17 

There  is  a  safe  and  secret  place   228 

There  is  a  world  of  perfect  bliss 1072 

There  is  no  name  so  sweet  on  earth .     489 

There  is  none  other  name  than  thine  . . .  436 
There's  not  a  star  whose  twinkling  light  180 
There's  nothing  bright,  above,  below. . .  149 
There's  nothing  round  these  painted. . .  .  1076 
The  Saviour,  by  whose  name  I'm  called.     718 


The  Saviour  calls  ;  let  every  car 

The  Saviour  kindly  calls 

The  Saviour  !  oh,  what  endless  charms. 

The  Saviour  smiles  !  upon  my  soul 

The  Saviour,  what  a  noble  flame 

The  sea  is  wildly  tossing 

The  Shadow  of  the  Rock 

The  spacious  firmament  on  high 

Tlie  Spirit,  in  our  hearts 

The  Spirit,  like  a  peaceful  dove 

The  starry  firmament  on  high 

The  swift  declining  day 

The  time  is  short !  sinners,  beware 

The  voice  of  free  grace  cries.  Escape  to. 
The  wondering  v/orld  inquires  to  know. 
The  Word,  with  God  the  Father  One. . . 

The  v/orld  is  very  evil 

Thine  earthly  Sabbaths,  Lord,  v/e  love.. 

This  is  the  day  of  light 

This  is  the  day  the  Lord  hath  made 

Thou  art  the  Way  ;  to  thee  alone 

Thou  dear  Redeemer,  dying  Lamb 

Though  faint,  yet  pursuing,  we  go  on.. . 
Though  now  the  nations  sit  beneath. . . . 

Though  troubles  assail,  and  dangers 

Thou  God  of  sovereign  grace 

Thou  hast  said,  exalted  Jesus 

Thou  lovely  Source  of  true  delight 

Thou,  Lord,  who  rcar'st  the  mountain's. 

Thou  onl}^  Sovereign  of  ni)'  heart   

Thou,  whom  my  soul  admires  above. ... 
Thou  who  roll'st  the  year  around.. . . . . . 

Thou,  whoce  almighty  word. 

Through  all  the  changing  scenes  of  life. 
Through  endless  years  thou  art  the  same 

Through  every  age,  eternal  God 

Through  sorrow's  night,  and  danger's  . . 

Thus  far  the  Lord  hath  led  me  on 

Thy  goodness,  Lord,  our  souls  confess.. 

Thy  wa}',  O  Lord,  is  in  the  sea 

Thy  v/ill  be  done  !  I  will  not  fear 

Thy  v.'orks,  not  mine,  O  Christ 

Thy  works  proclaim  thj'^  glory,  Lord. . . . 

Till  he  come  !  oh  let  the  words 

Time  is  winging  us  away 


HYMN 

577 
1275 
456 
653 
341 
1274 
888 
122 
596 
49S 

1153 
604 

1302 
642 

714 

302 

406 

20 

77 

50 

319 

463 

1032 

1211 

1036 

1277 

733 
1160 

151 
894 
S85 
1304 
"5 
202 

193 

iGi 

1125 

34 
189 

1S3 
990 

853 

146 

8ro 

1307 


450 


INDEX     OF    FIRST    LINES. 


HYMN 

'Tis  by  the  faith  of  joys  to  come 900 

'Tis  done — th'  important  act  is  done. . . .  1173 

'Tis  finished  ! — so  the  Saviour  cried. . . .  333 

'Tis  God  the  Father  we  adore 748 

'Tis  God,  the  Spirit,  leads 540 

'Tis  heaven  begun  below 14 

'Tis  Jesus  speaks  !  I  fold,  says  he 1121 

'Tis  midnight ;  and  on  Olive's  brow. . . .  324 

'Tis  not  the  skill  of  human  art 866 

To-day,  if  you  will  hear  his  voice 595 

To-da)^  the  Saviour  calls 631 

To  God  the  only  wise 234 

To  heaven  I  lift  my  waiting  eyes 204 

To  him  that  chose  us  first 113 

To  Jordan's  stream  the  Saviour  goes  . . .  747 

To  our  Redeemer's  glorious  name 454 

To  praise  our  Shepherd's  care 480 

To  sit  at  Jesus'  feet 759 

To  the  ark  away  !  or  perish 616 

To  thee  be  glory,  honor,  praise 308 

To  thee,  my  riglueous  King  and  Lord.  .  199 

To  thee,  my  Shepherd,  and  my  Lord. ...  472 

To  thee  this  temple  we  devote 1187 

To  thy  pastures  fair  and  large 978 

To  thy  temple  I  repair 4 

To  us  a  Child  of  hope  is  born 300 

To  weary  hearts,  to  mourning  homes. . .  637 

Triumphant  Zion  !  lift  thy  head 829 

'Twas  on  that  dark,  that  doleful  night  . .  7S3 

Unto  thine  altar,  Lord 683 

Unveil  thy  bosom,  faithful  tomb 11 14 

Upon  the  Gospel's  sacred  page 11 54 

Up  to  the  fields,  where  angels  lie 137 

Vain,  delusive  world,  adieu 698 

Vainly  through  night's  v/eary  hours. .. .  92 

Vain  man,  thy  fond  pursuits  forbear.  . . .  591 

Visit,  Lord,  this  land  in  mercy 1258 

Wait,  O  my  soul  I  thy  Maker's  will.  . . .  153 

Wake,  O  my  soul,  and  hail  the  morn. . .  293 

Wake  the  song  of  jubilee 1236 

Watchman  !  tell  us  of  the  night 1235 

We  are  living,  we  are  dwelling 1225 

Weary  of  wandering  from  my  God 645 


HYMN 

We  bid  thee  welcome  in  the  name 1171 

We  bless  thee  for  thy  peace,  O  God ....  gi8 

We  come,  O  Lord,  before  thy  throne  . . .  1217 

We  dwell  this  side  of  Jordan's  stream.  .  1092 

Weep  for  the  lost !  thy  Saviour  wept.. . .  1253 

Weeping  soul,  no  longer  mourn 693 

We  give  immortal  praise 112 

We  give  thee  but  thine  own 929 

We  have  met  in  peace  together 1282 

We  know  not  what's  before  us 1055 

Welcome,  delightful  morn 12 

Welcome,  O  Saviour  !  to  my  heart 757 

Welcome,  sweet  day  of  rest 70 

Welcome,  thou  Victor  in  the  strife 391 

Welcome,  welcome,  dear  Redeemer.  . . .  716 

We  long  to  move  and  breathe  in  thee.. .  755 

We  praise  thee  Lord,  if  but  one  soul  . . .  12S5 

We  're  traveling  home  to  heaven  above.  639 

We  sing  the  praise  of  him  who  died. . . .  z^42 

We  speak  of  the  realms  of  the  blest. . . .  1054 

We  thank  thee,  Lord,  for  sending  here..  1176 

What  are  those  soul-reviving  strains. ...  307 

What  cheering  words  are  these 963 

What  equal  honors  shall  we  bring 431 

What  finite  power,  with  ceaseless  toil. ..  158 

What  glory  gilds  the  sacred  page 1155 

What  grace,  O  Lord,  and  beauty  shone.  317 

What  is  life  ?  'tis  but  a  vapor 1142 

What  shall  I  render  to  my  God 203 

What  sinners  value  I  resign 1053 

What  various  hindrances  we  meet 29 

When  all  thy  mercies,  O  my  God 205 

When,  along  life's  thorny  road icig 

When  at  thj'  footstool,  Lord,  I  bend.  . . .  650 

When  Christ  came  down  on  earth  of  old  402 

When  downward  to  the  darksome  tomb  1126 

When  driven  by  oppression's  rod 1266 

When  faint  and  weary,  toiling 934 

When  gathering  clouds  around  I  view..  983 

When  God  descends  with  men  to  dwell.  831 

When  God  of  old  came  down  from 516 

When  God  revealed  his  precious  name..  892 

When  his  salvation  bringing 295 

When  I  can  read  my  title  clear 1069 

When  Israel's  priest  the  Lamb  did  choose  1185 

When  I  survey  the  wondrous  cross 330 


INDEX   OF   FIRST  LINES. 


451 


When  I  the  holy  grave  survey 

When  Jesus  dwelt  in  mortal  clay 

When  Jordan  hushed  liis  waters  still. . . 

When  languor  and  disease  invade 

Wlicn  like  a  stranger  on  our  sphere. . . . 

When  little  Samuel  woke 

When,  Lord,  to  this  our  western  land..  . 

When  man  grows  bold  in  sin 

When  marshall'd  on  the  nightly  plain. . 

When  morning  gilds  the  skies 

When  morning's  first  and  hallowed  ray. 

When  musing  sorrow  weeps  the  past. .. 

When  on  Sinai's  top  I  see. 

When  our  heads  arc  bowed  with  woe.. . 

When  power  divine,  in  mortal  form 

When  shall  we  meet  again 

When,  streaming  from  the  eastern  skies 

When  the  harvest  is  past,  and  the 

When  the  worn  spirit  wants  repose 

When  this  passing  world  is  done 

When  thou,  my  righteous  Judge 

When  thy  mortal  life  is  fled 

When  waves  of  trouble  round  me  swell. 

When  wild  confusion  wrecks  the  air... . 

When  wounded  sore,  the  stricken  soul. 
W^here  high  the  heavenly  temple  stands. 

Where  wilt  thou  put  thy  trust 

While  angels  thus,  O  Lord,  rejoice 

While  in  this  sacred  rite  of  thine 

While  life  prolongs  its  precious  light. . . 

While  now  upon  this  Sabbath  eve 

While  shepherds  watched  their  flocks  .  . 
While  thee  I  seek,  protecting  Power. . . 
While  to  its  grief  my  soul  gave  Avay. . . . 
'While  with  ceaseless  course  the  sun. . . . 

Whither,  oh,  whither  should  I  fly 

Who  are  these  in  bright  array 

Who  can  forbear  to  sing 

Who  is  this  that  comes  from  Edom 

Who  is  thy  neighbor  ?  he  whom  thou. .  . 

Who  shall  sing,  if  not  the  children 

Why  do  we  mourn  departing  friends. .  . 

Why,  O  God  !  thy  people  spurn 

Why  should  our  tears  in  sorrow  flow. .  . 

Why  should  the  children  of  a  King 

Why  should  wc  start,  and  fear  to  die. .  . 


HYMN 

292 
lOOI 

316 
10 

II95 
235 

291 

417 
227 

999 

812 

1020 

313 

7S2 

26 

C133 

53 

859 

621 

608 

1003 

1075 
C65 

375 
1012 
286 
745 
561 
38 
288 

59 
830 

1294 
896 

1084 
834 
359 
921 
491 

1115 
1260 
1116 

527 
1 103 


Why  will  ye  waste  on  trifling  cares 550 

With  all  my  powers  of  heart  and  tongue  142 

With  broken  heart  and  contrite  sigh.  . . .  647 

With  Christ  we  share  a  m3'stic  grave. . .  754 

Witli  deepest  reverence  at  thy  throne..  .  119 

With  earnest  longings  of  the  mind 224 

With  glory  clad,  with  strength  arrayed..  157 

With  humble  faith,  and  thankful  heart.  .  802 

Within  thy  house,  O  Lord,  our  God  ....  43 

With  joy  we  meditate  the  grace 386 

With  songs  and  honors  sounding  loud.  192 

With  tearful  eyes  I  look  around 985 

[  With  willing  hearts  v/e  tread 760 

!  Witness,  ye  men  and  angels  now 721 

'■■  Work,  for  the  night  is  coming 933 

:  Worthy,  v/orthy  is  the  Lamb 492 

Wouldst  thou  learn  the  depth  of  sin.  . . .  363 

Ye  angels,  v/ho  stand  around  the  throne  1038 

Ye  boundless  realms  of  joy 261 

Ye  Christian  heroes,  go  proclaim, 1202 

Ye  dying  sons  of  men 624 

Ye  fields  of  light  ;  celestial  plains 264 

Ye  golden  lamps  of  heaven,  farewell. . .  1077 
Ye  hearts  with  youthful  vigor  warm.  . . .  583 
Ye  humble  souls,  approach  your  God.. .  214 
Ye  humble  souls,  that  seek  the  Lord.  . .     384 

Ye  messengers  of  Christ 1164 

Ye  mourning  saints,  whose  streaming.  .    1122 

Ye  nations  round  the  earth,  rejoice ii3 

Ye  saints  !  your  music  bring 371 

Ye  servants  of  God,  your  Master 260 

Ye  servants  of  the  Lord   927 

Yes,  God  is  good  ;  in  earth  and  sky. . .  .     135 

Ye  Ginners,  fear  the  Lord 602 

Yes,  I  will  bless  thee,  O  my  God 213 

Yes — my  native  land  !  I  love  thee 1224 

Yes,  the  Redeemer  rose 370 

Ye  that  pass  by,  behold  the  liLin 332 

Ye  trembling  captives  !  hear. 597 

Ye  trembling  souls,  dismiss  your  fears..    looS 

Ye  v^aliant  soldiers  of  the  cross 716 

Your  harps,  yc  trembling  saints 1014 

ZioN,  dreary  and  in  anguish 840 

Zion  stands  with  hills  surrounded 842 


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INDEX    OF    CHANTS    AND    ANTHEMS. 


INDEX  OF  CHANTS  AND  ANTHEMS. 


PACE 

And  he  opened  his  mouth 420 

Buried  with  Christ 430 

Consider,  consider  the  lilies 422 

Glory  be  to  God  on  high 412 

Glory  be  to  the  Father 428 

God  be  merciful  unto  us 415 

How  pleasant,  how  divinely  fair 423 

Hallelujah,  hallelujah 429 

It  is  a  good  thing  to  give  thanks 415 

I  v,-as  glad  when  they  said  unto  mc 417 

1  will  lift  up  mine  eyes  unto  the  hills. .  .  416 

Jews  were  wrought  to  cruel  madness..  .  420 

Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us 423 

Lord,  have  mercy  upon  us 424 

Lord,  thou  hast  been  our  dwelling-place  423 

My  hope  is  built  on  nothing  less 420 

No  time  to  pray 422 

O  all  ye  works  of  the  Lord 418 


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O  be  jo)d'ul  in  the  Lord 419 

O  eyes  that  are  weary,  and  hearts  that  429 

O  sing  unto  the  Lord 414 

Oh,  there  will  be  m.ourning 429 

Praise  him,  praise  the  conquering  King  420 

Praise  the  Lord,  O  my  soul 416 

Praise  ye  the  Lord 417 

See,  daylight  is  fading  o'er  earth 426 

Strike  the  cymbal,  roll  the  tymbal 425 

The  law  of  the  Lord  is  perfect 424 

The  Lord  is  risen  indeed 425 

Then  cometh  Jesus  from  Galilee 427 

Thou  sweet  gliding  Kedron,  by  thy. . . .  426 

Vital  spark  of  heavenly  flame 424 

We  leave  the  world  of  care 425 

Wc  praise  thee,  O  God. 412,  413 

Why  thus  repining,  sad  heart  of  mine. .  427 

Wilt  thou  not  visit  me 428 


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